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. ]

Comments

[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. ]