I thought I could do it. My dad had no problem with one. But it looked like trash on me so I had to scale back. But I think I look all right now.
[Oh, don't think he's not paying attention to Joon-gi Han giving him the once over. Zhao smirks, pleased with the reaction.
But with the question about his rings, he genuinely brightens. He enjoys it when his friends take notice of the things he enjoys. Rings are one of those things.]
Sure! Let me just, aw fuck...
[The train gives a lurch and Zhao, not quite as balanced on his feet, has to brace himself by planting one of his hands on Joon-gi Han's chest. He can't really feel anything through the raincoat his boyfriend wears, but he'll take the accidental copping a feel. As soon as they're moving again, he brushes off the spot, holds his jacket with his left arm and holds up his right hand for inspection.]
If you want me to take 'em off, let me know.
[Every finger held a ring. There didn't seem to be a particular pattern or theme for them, except for being thick. They went (from thumb to pinkie finger) a gold ring with an obsidian band in the middle, a gold ring, a golden ring with spikes, a silver ring with a large blueish green stone and a silver ring.]
I notice you don't have any jewelry at all. Not a fan or is that a hazard in getting your fingers jammed in your work?
[One ogles, the other cops a titty feel. Sure, the raincoat doesn't help any, but...If he knows anything about other people, Joon-gi knows when they're trying to discreetly pinch his boobs. He'll take the piss out of Zhao later for it, though; watching him light up in turn is much more enjoyable right now, and it's a fantastic reason to go holding hands anyway.
...Does 'examining each finger and turning each ring carefully to examine it' count as hand-holding? He sure fucking hopes so.] ...Mm, wise choices. I thought you'd pick for form and function, and I was right.
As for me...The only jewellery I'd be allowed to wear is a gold chain or two, and that's far too much of a risk in a fight. Why? Are you thinking of gifting me something?
[Joon-gi Han's fingers are rough, probably calloused from who knew what kind of personal regimen and his weapons of choice. He doesn't know how to describe it, other than the touches and the movements are very precise. No wasted movement.]
Only if you wanted a ring or two. But I get it, some people aren't fans and they aren't practical. But they're fun and I love 'em.
[It was about all the conversation they were able to indulge in before it got way too loud and crowded. So there's a lot of jostling around until they finally reach their stop, all streaming out.
So relieved to be free and just happy with life in general, as soon as they're out of the station, he jumps on top of a waste bin and holds out his arms, framed by the bright shining lights of a Friday night. Is he trying to grab it all for himself or let himself be absorbed?
It doesn't last forever, just long enough for him to stop feeling overheated and then chilled because it's still not that warm outside. So he jumps off, whips his coat back on and turns to Joon-gi Han with a smile.]
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Date: 2021-04-19 11:44 pm (UTC)[Oh, don't think he's not paying attention to Joon-gi Han giving him the once over. Zhao smirks, pleased with the reaction.
But with the question about his rings, he genuinely brightens. He enjoys it when his friends take notice of the things he enjoys. Rings are one of those things.]
Sure! Let me just, aw fuck...
[The train gives a lurch and Zhao, not quite as balanced on his feet, has to brace himself by planting one of his hands on Joon-gi Han's chest. He can't really feel anything through the raincoat his boyfriend wears, but he'll take the accidental copping a feel. As soon as they're moving again, he brushes off the spot, holds his jacket with his left arm and holds up his right hand for inspection.]
If you want me to take 'em off, let me know.
[Every finger held a ring. There didn't seem to be a particular pattern or theme for them, except for being thick. They went (from thumb to pinkie finger) a gold ring with an obsidian band in the middle, a gold ring, a golden ring with spikes, a silver ring with a large blueish green stone and a silver ring.]
I notice you don't have any jewelry at all. Not a fan or is that a hazard in getting your fingers jammed in your work?
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Date: 2021-04-23 10:09 am (UTC)...Does 'examining each finger and turning each ring carefully to examine it' count as hand-holding? He sure fucking hopes so.] ...Mm, wise choices. I thought you'd pick for form and function, and I was right.
As for me...The only jewellery I'd be allowed to wear is a gold chain or two, and that's far too much of a risk in a fight. Why? Are you thinking of gifting me something?
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Date: 2021-04-23 11:21 pm (UTC)Only if you wanted a ring or two. But I get it, some people aren't fans and they aren't practical. But they're fun and I love 'em.
[It was about all the conversation they were able to indulge in before it got way too loud and crowded. So there's a lot of jostling around until they finally reach their stop, all streaming out.
So relieved to be free and just happy with life in general, as soon as they're out of the station, he jumps on top of a waste bin and holds out his arms, framed by the bright shining lights of a Friday night. Is he trying to grab it all for himself or let himself be absorbed?
It doesn't last forever, just long enough for him to stop feeling overheated and then chilled because it's still not that warm outside. So he jumps off, whips his coat back on and turns to Joon-gi Han with a smile.]
You ready to lead this expedition?