[ He listens to Wei Ying’s babbling as his mind races, expression stony and purposeful as he drags him through the streets. Finally they turn a corner without any prying eyes and Wangji abruptly turns to face him, still holding his wrist and staring down Wei Ying with an almost dangerous expression.
He feels like he’s made of edged glass - sharp as anything, but so so close to being easily broken. ]
Idiot. [ Just to get that out of the way. To think that Wei Ying thought he barely tolerated him, when Wangji had to constantly hold himself back from—
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Date: 2020-01-09 09:48 pm (UTC)He feels like he’s made of edged glass - sharp as anything, but so so close to being easily broken. ]
Idiot. [ Just to get that out of the way. To think that Wei Ying thought he barely tolerated him, when Wangji had to constantly hold himself back from—
His grip tightened. ]
Answer bluntly. Proposal - - Mockery?