Ouch! [ nie huaisang whines when he gets smacked at with the fan and makes a reach for it, but his depth perception is shot by all the booze, and he ends up missing. his hands ghost past the fan and then drop sort of pathetically past it, landing on jiang cheng's forearm instead. the fact that he missed puts him in giggles again, and he ducks his head against jiang cheng's shoulder, utterly useless as ever.
or maybe more useless than usual? who knows. either way, he grabs on with his other arm and then looks up at the person. this is. of course he knows who this is! nie huaisang, face pink with the flush from the booze, smiles up at him like a child who finally got the right answer on an exam. (to be fair, he did use to be that way.)
thinking, thinking-- ] Jiang-xiong! [ huaisang says, like he has won the lottery.
wait this isn't right. why is he like that? he's so... so.... - ] You're so small! [ NO ]
C: also i'm sorry.
or maybe more useless than usual? who knows. either way, he grabs on with his other arm and then looks up at the person. this is. of course he knows who this is! nie huaisang, face pink with the flush from the booze, smiles up at him like a child who finally got the right answer on an exam. (to be fair, he did use to be that way.)
thinking, thinking-- ] Jiang-xiong! [ huaisang says, like he has won the lottery.
wait this isn't right. why is he like that? he's so... so.... - ] You're so small! [ NO ]