@Iiumang as the other tried to lean into his touch, they'd manage to entice a laugh from him, hand only going to rub against theirs now.
"bored. and then maybe a bit worried? you're home later than usual - so i thought something might have happened."
a small shrug.
@Iiumang "i don't know how you always forget about the key. pft."
there was a pause, shifting their body a bit.
"awh, you say that about any and every day."
he'd snicker, a hand moved to pat the others head.
"but it was good, yes?"
". . . fan fiction. oh goodness, what kind of fan fiction?" they instantly attach to that topic, curious as to what sort of secrets she would be willing to spill.
"i have seen some. . . very interesting things."
"I have read.." hand rubbing at her nape, "fanfiction. And mostly a few western novels, just to practice my english. I recently finished The Great Gatsby a few months ago!"
removing a hand from zhao's hip, the hitman would find it raised, thumb and pointer finger taking the others chin between the two digits -; their thumb would gently rub against their flesh, optics slowly dropping to gaze towards the others lips.
they knew 𝙚𝙭𝙖𝙘𝙩𝙡𝙮 what -
- before she ever did me. i am quite the asset, you know."
a soft shrug of their shoulders as their head would tilt to the side. their gaze not once left the others lips, chuckling slightly to themselves.
"and you say it has not been long since you left, but zhao-kun. how -