He had barely reached the sofa when Jiyong burst into the room, and Zitao blinked owlishly, momentarily totally confused.
Then, after a second of still silence, Zitao dropped the plastic bag onto the mug stained coffee table along with the dumpling from his mouth, scarred with teeth marks. His stomach had twisted up at the sudden recognition of the carefully preserved piece of paper in Jiyongs hand... The pain of Yifan's death was still raw, still unavenged, and he did not want to talk about it. He and Jiyong had been happy the last few days, or as close as it got at least; Zitao had even started bothering with his looks again, having his hair dyed almost white and shaved close at the sides while long on top. They were just beginning to get back to normal, and even aiming for better. Could he not catch a god damn break?
With those thoughts Zitao prickled and moved towards the older man, hot and hasty, snatching the letter from his hand as he snappily replied, "None of your business," and returned to the sofa to drop down onto it and dig a pack of cigarettes out of the plastic bag he'd brought home. "Just keep the fuck out of my stuff."
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Date: 2015-08-16 05:23 am (UTC)Then, after a second of still silence, Zitao dropped the plastic bag onto the mug stained coffee table along with the dumpling from his mouth, scarred with teeth marks. His stomach had twisted up at the sudden recognition of the carefully preserved piece of paper in Jiyongs hand... The pain of Yifan's death was still raw, still unavenged, and he did not want to talk about it. He and Jiyong had been happy the last few days, or as close as it got at least; Zitao had even started bothering with his looks again, having his hair dyed almost white and shaved close at the sides while long on top. They were just beginning to get back to normal, and even aiming for better. Could he not catch a god damn break?
With those thoughts Zitao prickled and moved towards the older man, hot and hasty, snatching the letter from his hand as he snappily replied, "None of your business," and returned to the sofa to drop down onto it and dig a pack of cigarettes out of the plastic bag he'd brought home. "Just keep the fuck out of my stuff."