[ that sure was A Lot, wasn’t it. yin yu barely has time to process any of it, properly, and when they get out, all he can do is just.... bend down to let flayn just. Do that.
when she pulls away for a second, he reaches up for the ties of his mask to undo it, and the minute it comes away from his face, a small stream of rice falls out with a “pshhhhh”.
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when she pulls away for a second, he reaches up for the ties of his mask to undo it, and the minute it comes away from his face, a small stream of rice falls out with a “pshhhhh”.
amazing. ] ...thank you, my lady. [ sigh. ]