[ yea that's fine. gu yun laughs a little when molly's suddenly half sprawled across him, shifting his weight so he's a little more steady. gu yun tilts his head down a bit more if molly wants more hair to play with, so it falls around them like a curtain.
... if molly's lack of response goes noticed, he doesn't say anything - but then again, gu yun probably understands better than anyone, the subtleties of what it means to play pretend. ]
It's odd to see so many people with it short. At home, the longer your hair, the more well respected you are, typically. [ absently, he reaches out to return the favor, brushing his fingers through his hair. it feels nice like this? extra nice. hm. weed. ] It'd look nice on you. Maybe with a hair crown.
Normally just cut it with a knife when it starts to be annoying in a fight.
[He's dodging around what he really wants to ask, but that much seems obvious. He'll gather gu yun's hair in a hand, pulling it all around one shoulder, then reaching up to cup his cheek.]
. . . Have you ever had a jelly doughnut? Pastry thing. Fruit jam in the middle.
That's the trick - you learn to fight around it. [ then again, he's never had short hair, so! here we are.
he's placid for the moment; gu yun's clever eyes watch molly, and he tilts his head along with the motion, dark black ink spilling over his shoulder. the hand on his cheek isn't unfamiliar, now, though he's half expecting it to come with a little smack, and half expecting...
there's a moment where his lashes flutter, and then... the question?
... he. snorts, a bit thrown off, and shakes his head, laughing softly. that seemed kind of like...
maybe not. the motion jostles against molly's hand a bit, but he doesn't pull it away. ] No - I haven't. Don't try to summon one, I'm not sure what will come up.
[gu yun is clever, isn't he? too clever by half. Molly doesn't move away yet, though he does smirk just that tiniest bit wider when he notices the fluttering eyelashes and the slight surprise. He doesn't move the hand either.]
I wasn't going to! Well, what they are is a very good dessert, and you can eat them two ways. You can either stand outside the bakery where you bought it and eat it in two bites and be done with it, which, of course, don't get me wrong, is plenty satisfying by itself.
Or you take some time and eat around the edges and leave the part in the middle, which is full of all of the fruit jam - the best bit by far - for last.
[ i'm ready for us to go this entire game and never have a single kiss
the laughter is real and genuine, even more so - gu yun has to reach up and wipe a tear from his eye, slouching into the affectionate gesture even as his shoulders are shaking. ] Sorry, sorry! [ he is absolutely not even a little sorry what a little shit ]
I will do my best to be less of an 'arsehole'. [ terrible. ] Swear it.
gu yun grins up at molly, at ease, pleased with his terrible joke and his equally terrible apology. what a gremlin. ] I'll let you in on a secret - I'm always an asshole.
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... if molly's lack of response goes noticed, he doesn't say anything - but then again, gu yun probably understands better than anyone, the subtleties of what it means to play pretend. ]
It's odd to see so many people with it short. At home, the longer your hair, the more well respected you are, typically. [ absently, he reaches out to return the favor, brushing his fingers through his hair. it feels nice like this? extra nice. hm. weed. ] It'd look nice on you. Maybe with a hair crown.
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[He's dodging around what he really wants to ask, but that much seems obvious. He'll gather gu yun's hair in a hand, pulling it all around one shoulder, then reaching up to cup his cheek.]
. . . Have you ever had a jelly doughnut? Pastry thing. Fruit jam in the middle.
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he's placid for the moment; gu yun's clever eyes watch molly, and he tilts his head along with the motion, dark black ink spilling over his shoulder. the hand on his cheek isn't unfamiliar, now, though he's half expecting it to come with a little smack, and half expecting...
there's a moment where his lashes flutter, and then... the question?
... he. snorts, a bit thrown off, and shakes his head, laughing softly. that seemed kind of like...
maybe not. the motion jostles against molly's hand a bit, but he doesn't pull it away. ] No - I haven't. Don't try to summon one, I'm not sure what will come up.
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I wasn't going to! Well, what they are is a very good dessert, and you can eat them two ways. You can either stand outside the bakery where you bought it and eat it in two bites and be done with it, which, of course, don't get me wrong, is plenty satisfying by itself.
Or you take some time and eat around the edges and leave the part in the middle, which is full of all of the fruit jam - the best bit by far - for last.
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Gods I am so hungry.
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Me too. [ well, he is now! maybe? metaphors are tasty. ] I bet that machine has one. I have to tell you, though, I don't have much of a sweet tooth.
[ he pauses, for effect. ] Only for special occasions. [ and then wiggles his eyebrows, then bursts into laughter again. ]
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[hot,]
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Never had one of those either! Is their best part in the middle, too? [ he has a deep feeling they are not! thus the giggles. ]
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[Then just reaching to grab gu yun by his annoying face and smooching him
on the side of his head.]
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the laughter is real and genuine, even more so - gu yun has to reach up and wipe a tear from his eye, slouching into the affectionate gesture even as his shoulders are shaking. ] Sorry, sorry! [ he is absolutely not even a little sorry what a little shit ]
I will do my best to be less of an 'arsehole'. [ terrible. ] Swear it.
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it has to be at least week 1 or i wont be able to live with myself
This is fine. Just laughing back at him, maybe actually relaxed for just a moment.]
Oh, I sincerely hope you don't.
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gu yun grins up at molly, at ease, pleased with his terrible joke and his equally terrible apology. what a gremlin. ] I'll let you in on a secret - I'm always an asshole.
[ it's not even remotely a secret ]