summer loving, havin' a blast

[quatrains]

[ Traveling gets boring after the second day. He Ming feels out of place without a noisy crowd, and after an evening of scouting around the forest for food and supplies he returns to the camp with a pout and a corresponding plan hatching in his mind.

After putting his things down he flops down and takes a seat next his traveling companion, sighing loudly and kicking his feet out. ]

I'm tired. [ He announces, and scoots closer. ]

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sorry about the delay; testing has kept me very busy.

[gentleshadow]

[ Gentle had found the travel fairly boring, as well, though he wouldn't say it. He didn't like crowds much, but he liked cushy homes. Sleeping on things that weren't backed by solid dirt. He'd settled in - He Ming would likely be able to take a guess at his grumpiness.

In spite of his name - an artifact of his tribe's culture, before he abandoned them - Gentle Shadow was not so gentle, nor so passive nor refined as a shadow. ]

That makes two of us.

[ He sounded fairly disgruntled about that, bitterly poking the flames he was using to cook with a longer branch.

If he notices the scooting closer, he doesn't seem to know what to make of it enough to actually remark on it. Nope. ]

[quatrains]

[ He Ming pauses for a moment before turning towards Gentle, easing their thighs into contact. ]

But I haven't been sleeping well.

[ Smiling still, he looks up at him. ]

[gentleshadow]

[ He gives He Ming a disgruntled, uncomprehending Look: ]

... And?

[ Neither has he, and he looks a bit disgruntled about this. He's been dealing with it, so clearly He Ming should, too. ]

[quatrains]

You could help me with that. And I could help you.

[ He Ming hovers, not quite touching him with his hands, but close to it. He keeps looking up, almost pleading and certainly playing it up for the sake of seduction—or what he'd call seduction. ]

don't you just love election depression

[gentleshadow]

[ Gentle... squints. But He Ming does look very pleading... and it's not like Gentle is particularly used to being tricked... ]

And you propose we do that how, exactly.

[ It's hard to tell if he's questioning the logistics or if he's just thick on what He Ming is driving at, really. ]

[quatrains]

We could work out some of our excess energy. With each other, that is.

[ He Ming is running his hand over his arm, now, up to his shoulder to brush the back of his hand against his jaw. ]