( Jingyi is clearly on the losing side of staying awake, so he nods absently to that--but in ways, the disjointed nature of this conversation leads not to differently from that first late evening date return. Especially when: )
Good. We're arm wrestling.
( Becomes the declarative statement, and yes, that's utterly unfair, and Jingyi doesn't remotely care. He also doesn't care if they're both angry, because what, isn't that normal?
(Jingyi, please.)
Still, this is achieving his objective, and that's what matters. )
I'll bring the wine, you bring yourself. Like... tomorrow, or something.
team rocket, blasting off
Good. We're arm wrestling.
( Becomes the declarative statement, and yes, that's utterly unfair, and Jingyi doesn't remotely care. He also doesn't care if they're both angry, because what, isn't that normal?
(Jingyi, please.)
Still, this is achieving his objective, and that's what matters. )
I'll bring the wine, you bring yourself. Like... tomorrow, or something.
( when will this curse of exhaustion eeeeeend )