helborn | -Private Threads- [pluviosa]

Finally, everyone anyone knows about is accounted for, and they’ve gotten something to eat, so all Shang Beida wants is for him and more importantly Casper to get cleaned up and rest.

He wanders over to where Casper is sitting on the floor of the cafeteria—he has not let the younger man out of his sight for a moment since he found him drowning in the dark—and rests a hand lightly on his head. “Hey, 包内. Do you want to go get cleaned up?”

Shang Beida manages to track down a free room that has a bed, and a couple of blankets. He fidgets with his talisman supplies for an unnecessary amount of time before sealing the door behind him and going over to the bed.

And actually... if he's going to sleep, there's no sense in wearing all the layers of his robes, particularly since the outermost is dirty. "I, um. I might take off some of my outer robes, if you don't... mind?" He doesn't look at Casper while he says it. He's not being weird! Well, okay, no, he's being very weird, he's always being weird, but he's trying not to be weird at his boyfriend!

Shang Beida wasn't expecting today to bring him being assigned an official room, but he's not displeased about it.

Other than the fact that Casper has also been assigned a room, a considerable ways down the hall from his.

"Do you want to pick one of our rooms to share, baobei?" The question may or may not come out as casual as he'd like it to sound.

Shang Beida rouses somewhat from his doze eventually. Apparently having... doing... sex? things? not sex but... not not sex? was tiring, who knew.

His face is pressed into Casper's neck, which is a very pleasant place for it to be, and he tightens his arms around his boyfriend before he actually thinks about whether Casper is awake and whether he wants to risk waking him if he isn't.

He really could probably do with a shower and some laundry, for like the best reason he has ever needed to do laundry in his life, but... boyfriend. Right here. All cuddly. He's less desperate to plaster himself over as much of his skin as humanly possible, but he still wants to just sort of permanently drape himself over his boyfriend like a very complicated rug.

"I can't believe you want to touch me," he mumbles. It still sort of seems like an unrealistically nice dream. Good things don't happen to him! Like, ever! But Casper is the best thing is the world, and he keeps happening to him! In increasingly... increasing ways!

Shang Qinghua--Beida--whatever the fuck, who cares, he is going to go hide in a room that has a door and if Casper is in it that's great but he honestly does not have the bandwidth to wander around avoiding terrifying people in the hopes of finding his boyfriend if he's not there.

He heads into the room, strongly considering crawling under the bed and just hanging out there until he feels less like he's about to be horribly murdered.

They get back to their room, intact and damp, and Shang Beida glances sidelong at Casper. "I should get out of my wet robes and hang them up," he says, being not remotely smooth. "I know you can't catch cold, but you should get out of your wet things too."

Casper, the morning is chill as you depart from your room this morning. Everything seems normal enough, except…there’s a small bundle of cloth in front of your door.

If you inspect it, you’ll find a blue knitted scarf, and…what appears to be a very small sweater vest? It’s matching blue. It may take awhile bit to realize it’s…a sweater for Bob.

There’s no note or indicator to who the is from?? But it’s clearly for you both!

(Merry Christmas Casper~)

Casper, there’s a little box in front of your door this morning. Inside you’ll find a…what is that. A lump of wood? Close! It’s an amateurishly carved bird! A raven, actually. It’s a bit silly looking…it’s not well done by any means but there’s great care in it.

There’s no note, only a teal handkerchief that disperses in golden light once placed down. It’s pretty obvious who it’s from.

(Happy holidays!)

-Private Threads- [pluviosa]

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