[ in a way, he reminds jiang cheng of some floodgate, rushing and filling every gap he could reach, as his arms snake about him and squeezes like a vice. jiang cheng scowls - a motion too well practised from the years - yet he relents. he lets himself ease a little against it, just a fraction, just a sliver of a second before he is trying once more to pull himself free of him, to lift the bag he is carrying out of the other's reach. ]
Not for you.
[ for us, it's implied, with the twist to his brows, the frown that curls the corner of his mouth to a brief sneer, as he sets it down on the table near the entrance. that done, he gives the other man a quick once-over, a look that sweeps from wei wuxian's head to toe. ]
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Not for you.
[ for us, it's implied, with the twist to his brows, the frown that curls the corner of his mouth to a brief sneer, as he sets it down on the table near the entrance. that done, he gives the other man a quick once-over, a look that sweeps from wei wuxian's head to toe. ]
Stop jumping around, you're giving me a headache.