His head hangs lower when she acknowledges his hard written work bears no
fruit. Maybe if he had a brush in mouth, and paper to use... but he does
not, and so her offered hand instead of a sniff earns a nudge of his nose.
He sits down by her, then lays down, then flops over with a very obvious,
unfortunately very adorable sigh.
What's a man to do when he's stuck like this anyway, Wen Qing? It's
miserable, I've never wanted to be anything other than human.
Not that him laying there beside her communicated any of his finer intent,
but there he was, regardless.
no subject
His head hangs lower when she acknowledges his hard written work bears no fruit. Maybe if he had a brush in mouth, and paper to use... but he does not, and so her offered hand instead of a sniff earns a nudge of his nose.
He sits down by her, then lays down, then flops over with a very obvious, unfortunately very adorable sigh.
What's a man to do when he's stuck like this anyway, Wen Qing? It's miserable, I've never wanted to be anything other than human.
Not that him laying there beside her communicated any of his finer intent, but there he was, regardless.