[Xiao Xingchen wants to point out that he himself doesn't appreciate the scent of blood, but he pauses before he figures... well, he's slept through worse. If the man likes it, then it's no big problem for him anyway.]
Ah... never mind it. You really are sticky, like a piece of candy.
[With a laugh, he squeezes the man a little tighter in his arms.
He can't blame the man for enjoying the moonlacing so much. After all, he likes it more than he would care to admit, himself. Perhaps, if just for this cycle - where the man will need more energy for the fighting he's driven to do and recovering afterward - he won't mind them like this.]
Here, it'll be better like this.
[Still holding on, he moves himself until he lies his back down on the couch, head by the end of it. Now it'll be easier for them to get to sleep.]
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Ah... never mind it. You really are sticky, like a piece of candy.
[With a laugh, he squeezes the man a little tighter in his arms.
He can't blame the man for enjoying the moonlacing so much. After all, he likes it more than he would care to admit, himself. Perhaps, if just for this cycle - where the man will need more energy for the fighting he's driven to do and recovering afterward - he won't mind them like this.]
Here, it'll be better like this.
[Still holding on, he moves himself until he lies his back down on the couch, head by the end of it. Now it'll be easier for them to get to sleep.]