[Xiao Xingchen swallows to wet his throat, dry and rough. Even blinking feels difficult as he slowly tries to regain focus. At last he starts to feel a more aware, as his mind grasps for any clue for how he ended up here. Nothing about it really makes sense, with how he's lying naked on a cold surface, aching in ways both familiar or not. And something... feels different—
As he releases his embrace as well, Xiao Xingchen lets his head lie back against what feels like a floor. Even if the man refutes the idea of being afraid of anything, some unusual occurrence must have came about for him to be down here.]
Of course. My dearest friend. [He laughs again, and he finds his lips moving faster than he can think.] Unless you instead became my fiancé before I slept.
[Everything feels like a blur. Anything could have happened, since none of his memories line up with the situation he feels himself in now.
With a light groan, one hand rises to his temples to rub at them, casting a shadow over his eyes. This pounding headache cuts through the tipsy and bubbly sensation, turning his attention to something more pressing.]
Ah, but what... what actually happened? Where are we?
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As he releases his embrace as well, Xiao Xingchen lets his head lie back against what feels like a floor. Even if the man refutes the idea of being afraid of anything, some unusual occurrence must have came about for him to be down here.]
Of course. My dearest friend. [He laughs again, and he finds his lips moving faster than he can think.] Unless you instead became my fiancé before I slept.
[Everything feels like a blur. Anything could have happened, since none of his memories line up with the situation he feels himself in now.
With a light groan, one hand rises to his temples to rub at them, casting a shadow over his eyes. This pounding headache cuts through the tipsy and bubbly sensation, turning his attention to something more pressing.]
Ah, but what... what actually happened? Where are we?