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[creeksidealtarboy]

He laughs brightly, starting to really enjoy that snap of a fan.

"Sure, rich guy. Whatever you say."

He taps the table. "I'll make you some real tea, too."

[threedontknows]

“What do you mean, ‘real tea’?” Huaisang looks appalled. How is this not real tea!?

Clearly Aaron is from a fairytale world.

[creeksidealtarboy]

"You know. It's black. And it's sweet. And cold. With ice and shit."

He laughs, delighted by Huaisang's expression.

[threedontknows]

That sounds…that sounds awful.

“It’s cold? What kind of backwards world do you come from anyway!”

[creeksidealtarboy]

"Kentucky."

He answers that with a pleasant laugh and he flops back against the cushions. "It's too hot for hot tea."

[threedontknows]

“That doesn’t stop us from drinking it,” Huaisang argues with just a little pout. “I guess I’d try it, but only because you made it.”

But it still sounds disgusting!

He looks down at Aaron, now flopped on the cushions on the floor, and taps his head playfully with his fan.

[creeksidealtarboy]

He reaches up to grab his wrist. "You're so fucking sappy," he tells him with a laughing scoff.

[threedontknows]

Huaisang allows the grab at his wrist, even leans into it a little. "No, I'm just polite."

[creeksidealtarboy]

"Only in public," he scoffs, then pushes himself up from the cushions, hand still around his wrist. "I gotta go. Got a shift in the chapel soon."

[threedontknows]

As Aaron pushes himself up Huaisang sort of gets pulled down, so that their faces hover a few inches apart. He smiles and then flicks his fan open again, this time in between the two of them.

"Don't be late then."

[creeksidealtarboy]

The way he uses that fucking fan to flirt is maddening. But Aaron pulls his hand away, rolls his eyes, and leaves him there with a scoff.