[Snorting into his own cup? Or. Bottle. He probably didn't bother with a cup. Anyway, he's definitely buzzed. Mostly because he doesn't have the tolerance of five-hundred-year-old gods. But what that does mean is now that he's in the indulgence zone, he figures, hey, why not just rest his chin on Shi Qingxuan's shoulder, tail going to wrap around one of her ankles. Loose and affectionate. Right in front of Ming Yi's salad.]
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[Snorting into his own cup? Or. Bottle. He probably didn't bother with a cup. Anyway, he's definitely buzzed. Mostly because he doesn't have the tolerance of five-hundred-year-old gods. But what that does mean is now that he's in the indulgence zone, he figures, hey, why not just rest his chin on Shi Qingxuan's shoulder, tail going to wrap around one of her ankles. Loose and affectionate. Right in front of Ming Yi's salad.]