[Nothing quite gets Yan Qing going the way trust does. When he gets her address, he knows he has her hook, line and sinker. He has her address, he has this conversation — if he was a worse person, he wonders what would have happened to her. That's worrying! Hmm. The address is a bit far from his appointments earlier in the day, but if he can hotwire that car, he could make it...
Wait.
What?
He laughs, but even he can't tell if it's out of amusement of something else. Honestly he doesn't know what he prefers, but he does know he's getting embarrassed. The concept of people dressing up for him isn't something he's used to. He's usually the one trying to please people... He'll just say whatever.]
i love lace π
[Yeah, that looks good. Emojis make him sound chill and inoffensive, right?]
and good to know hehe I was kinda nervous you wouldn't go with it [Not really...] But you seem pretty cool So I'm excited I'll be there after 6 Just relax ok? Idk if we're gonna sleep lol
[ He thinks she's..... Cool? Her pretending to seem competent over text actually worked?! ]
okay don't even worry :) i'll be chill lol just text me when you're outside the door and I'll let you in π
[ She doesn't want to seem too eager or over invested so she leaves her messages at that for the night. Lottie Person is cool (this guy just said so? hot people aren't wrong!), trendy, and always ready for any situation. Well, maybe not so ready for any situation in this case.. It's the next day, and she's been agonizing over what to wear for the past couple hours. Would wearing a robe be creepy? Would answering the door just in underwear be weird when you're strangers? Probably??
She feels stupid for not asking more under the pretense she Knows What Dudes Like when she Doesn't. God, what does this guy think is sexy?? At least she knows she can't go wrong with some wine, already taking a glass down for some courage she desperately needs. She rolls around on her bed in the aforementioned lace she promised after that, repeatedly checking her phone for any texts from him (you know, in case she just didn't get the notification) until she's forced to clean her house again for the umpteenth time. ]
[Hearts? Damn, what a sucker. He doesn't actually think she's cool. He just said that because it's what she wanted to hear. She's still stupid for talking to him. She's kind of cute though, he'll give her that. Maybe tomorrow won't be so bad!
The next day, he completely forgets about it.
The events of today happened in quick succession and escalated far more quickly than he ever planned them to. Yes, yes, maybe he shouldn't have punched that gangster at his show, but when someone unfairly tries to close one of his favorite bars down, what is he supposed to do? Play his guitar and take it? It's absolutely ridiculous how much ire he's earned in a night, but he doesn't seem to mind. He's just annoyed he came out of it with more than a scratch. He's in a stolen car now, making his getaway down the highway as he figures out where to go next. He can't stay home for now, and he's in a good mood despite everything. He can't worry his friends, though. They've always seen him as reliable...
Oh, right! This girl gave him her address yesterday. Looking at the time, he's not too late. He fires her a text between stop lights:]
Hey Still up for this? Be there in 10
[Like he's giving her a choice. And you know, completely forgetting about the bondage thing.]
[ Well, great news, so far this guy isn't a flake. This is something she takes great joy in, because it took forever to style her hair and color coordinate these lacy underthings. Lottie purposely waits three minutes before responding back to his messages, taking the time to survey every nook and cranny of her house in the most chaotic way possible. She near slips on the carpet from her hellish pace, but she manages to shoot him a - ]
ofc! lol
[ See? It paid off, acting like you're not invested in what's going to happen with your sex life and not sending a "hey where are you?" text. Except she just realizes he'll be here in 10 minutes (what!!!!!) and she hits pull panic mode, rushing to her room to clean up the disaster she left trying to find an outfit.
In the middle of tossing her pile of tops into her closet, so she can hide it by closing it (genius), she rapid fire texts him. ]
park out front and lmk you can call or text it doesn't matter and I'll let u in!
[In the three minutes she delays, he's already parked this stolen car a distance away to throw off suspicion. He's a magical ghost! It doesn't take long to get there if he can jump. So of course, when she tells him to park, he clicks his tongue and curses under his breath. For some reason, he can already guess what she's doing — the last-minute panic. Not because he's that full of himself. He's just seen his former master's wife do the same thing too many times...
WHATEVER! HE'LL FIX IT WHEN SHE'S ASLEEP!
Ack, but he looks suspicious and he's bleeding. Will they even let him in? At exactly ten minutes later, Lottie hears a knock.
[ Lottie thinks it's a murderer at first, rightfully so, before recognizing that, yup, that's the face attached to the dude she's been texting. She pretends she didn't say 'what the fuck' under her breath, and pretends that she wasn't scared, putting on a small smile to get herself together. The light from inside her home spills onto him as she unlocks and opens the door, letting her get a better look at the guy who promised her no sleep tonight.
Not that she's really paying attention to him all so much, still reeling from this.. Bizarre introduction. ]
Hey! [ She ties her robe she threw on around her a little tighter, suddenly shy about her choice of clothing. Not that he gave her much time to debate on anything else, he was practically here despite his claim of ten minutes. This whole thing would be way easier if her brain wasn't fried from the fact he's on her balcony. How'd he get on her balcony again??? He missed her front door by a whole street.
Did she give him the wrong address? And.. wait - ] Did you.. Hurt yourself getting up here?
[If she thought he was a murderer, she wouldn't be wrong. But no murder was committed tonight! That's the good news. The bad news?]
What? [He feels his face for a wound he must have missed and—] Oh, that's blood. Haha, don't worry about it! Really shoulda looked where I was going, huh?
[Again, a lie! She doesn't need to know he's had a long day. There are things more important than a bloody nose, a bruised stomach and a gash across his cheek. He's in front of a pretty girl he'd just had nice conversation with yesterday. Well, he thought it was nice, if not entertaining. Anyway, the least he could do is be presentable!
With a bright grin, he wipes the blood off his nose, takes a step forward and leans in to her a better look at her. The golden designs on his jacket gleam in the light, but even more striking is the blue dragon tattoo that wraps around his arms. If one were to take his gloves off, they're sure to see more patterns underneath. Basically, he looks like the type who'd own a motorcycle. But his face isn't threatening in the least, unless ridiculously attractive and refreshing people frighten her... The dissonance between his appearance and personality is almost ridiculous.]
Damn, you look even better in person. Sorry I'm late! [She's wearing? a robe??? He's trying not to think about it.] Mind if I come in?
[ Don't worry.. About the blood?! Lottie nods meekly, feeling more and more confused as he speaks. How'd he not feel all that? She's pretty sure the stairs around the building aren't that crazy dangerous. She leans back when he comes forward, her eyes focusing on a mix of his hair, nose, and the tattoos she caught a glimpse of in that photo. ]
Wow, t-thanks.. You too. And yeah, absolutely!! Sorry.. [ She steps to the side, officially flustered at his compliment and using the excuse of being a good host to hide the pink to her cheeks. This guy is more cute than she expected to be, and it's such a whiplash from his entire get up. A dude who asked her if she was vanilla right off the bad shouldn't have such a nice smile.. Right??? ] Should've offered sooner, haha.. Go ahead.
[ But still all she can think about is how beat up he looks.. She can't fuck a guy who hurt himself showing off? Can she?? Okay, if he's this hot she could.. But having to stare down that gash on his cheek is questionable. As she closes the balcony door, she slips her slippers back on and gives a gentle touch to his arm, tilting her head to look up at him. ]
Hey, I can clean you up really quick? I have some stuff in my bathroom I can use.. [ Well, some stuff she bought at discount.. She's not sure what's in it but it should be enough to wipe any remaining blood off him. Make him clean as a whistle - ] If you want to that is, I don't want you hurting or anything.
[He steps inside and looks around. For someone who hit the panic button, the place is pretty clean. He feels out of place with how fancy some of her furniture is. He may have lived in a mansion before, but it wasn't like it was his... His viewing is cut short when his gaze lands on Lottie, who offers more than what he's here for. He can almost feel the heat in his ears. Her words take a while to register — they're far more hospitable than he's used to.]
... Oh, uh, sure! I don't mind. I thought you just wanted to... Nevermind.
[He uses the excuse of looking for a place to sit to sheepishly look away.]
I had a gig earlier today. [ You know, he tells Lottie. At the bar near this popular club everyone talks about? ] Didn't know if I'd make it here in time...
[ Is she nervous when he's surveying her house? Absolutely. There's a stray thought of how she should spruce up more but it's too late, his opinion is already solidified and she has to live knowing this. She has to live with equal regret when he doesn't respond immediately to her offer, Lottie panicking on the inside.
God, she knows cleaning up blood isn't sexy but.. C'mon!! Throw her a bone!!! ]
I know you said you had a lot of stuff to do, too. And I mean, we never set a real time. [ So there's no way he could be late, even if he was, she wouldn't be too irritated. After all, they both know why they're here, and so long as he shows up she can't be mad about it. ] I'm just kinda happy you didn't flake..
[ Was that weird? She chooses not to think over it, instead moving over to a cabinet to get something to clean him with. ]
Are you a freelancer? Or do you actually work there?
[ He settles for a spot in the middle of her couch and takes off his jacket, not sure if she wants it hanging along with her clean, stylish clothes. It pools at the spot next to him. ]
Freelancer, yeah. I'm mostly a musician, and I play for whoever will take me. They tried to make me a regular, but I told them I already had a commitment! This clothing line is getting me to model for 'em. Uh, don't get your hopes up. I don't look great with clothes on.
[ ...She is free to consider the implications of that! The small huff and smile might even say he invites her to. His shirt is tight around his broad chest and back when he starts pulling it off — he has a few injuries he needs her to reach. ]
So you're a blogger? [ does she have a verified account... either way, he goes on: ] Why blogging?
[ She catches that, her mind already considering every implication of that statement. Maybe she can fuck a guy who hurt himself trying to impress her.. She seriously thinks over this as she roams from her cabinet to her bathroom, her response loud enough for him to hear despite the distance. ]
I'm a designer, and a model, actually. [ Humble Bragβ’ alert.. And yes, she is verified, which is Not Good For Her Ego at all, ] So I figured why not two birds with one stone? Blogging puts me out there and gets me in touch with a lot of companies.
[ It's weird to tell people blogging was what you were born to do, so she opts for the safer, less crazy explanation. When she walks back into the living room, items gathered in a neat pile in her arms, she's surprised to see.. A very shirtless man in her house. ]
But I can see why someone snagged you up for their line.. [ Her eyes linger over his tattoos, especially his chest, before delicately placing the first aid kit and all related trinkets on the coffee table in front of him. ] I'm kinda jealous I didn't find you first. Any way I can convince you to join up with my team, instead? We always play to the strength of our models, and if clothes aren't yours.. That isn't really a problem.
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Wait.
What?
He laughs, but even he can't tell if it's out of amusement of something else. Honestly he doesn't know what he prefers, but he does know he's getting embarrassed. The concept of people dressing up for him isn't something he's used to. He's usually the one trying to please people... He'll just say whatever.]
i love lace π
[Yeah, that looks good. Emojis make him sound chill and inoffensive, right?]
and good to know hehe
I was kinda nervous you wouldn't go with it [Not really...]
But you seem pretty cool
So I'm excited
I'll be there after 6
Just relax ok?
Idk if we're gonna sleep lol
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okay don't even worry :) i'll be chill lol
just text me when you're outside the door and I'll let you in π
[ She doesn't want to seem too eager or over invested so she leaves her messages at that for the night. Lottie Person is cool (this guy just said so? hot people aren't wrong!), trendy, and always ready for any situation. Well, maybe not so ready for any situation in this case.. It's the next day, and she's been agonizing over what to wear for the past couple hours. Would wearing a robe be creepy? Would answering the door just in underwear be weird when you're strangers? Probably??
She feels stupid for not asking more under the pretense she Knows What Dudes Like when she Doesn't. God, what does this guy think is sexy?? At least she knows she can't go wrong with some wine, already taking a glass down for some courage she desperately needs. She rolls around on her bed in the aforementioned lace she promised after that, repeatedly checking her phone for any texts from him (you know, in case she just didn't get the notification) until she's forced to clean her house again for the umpteenth time. ]
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The next day, he completely forgets about it.
The events of today happened in quick succession and escalated far more quickly than he ever planned them to. Yes, yes, maybe he shouldn't have punched that gangster at his show, but when someone unfairly tries to close one of his favorite bars down, what is he supposed to do? Play his guitar and take it? It's absolutely ridiculous how much ire he's earned in a night, but he doesn't seem to mind. He's just annoyed he came out of it with more than a scratch. He's in a stolen car now, making his getaway down the highway as he figures out where to go next. He can't stay home for now, and he's in a good mood despite everything. He can't worry his friends, though. They've always seen him as reliable...
Oh, right! This girl gave him her address yesterday. Looking at the time, he's not too late. He fires her a text between stop lights:]
Hey
Still up for this?
Be there in 10
[Like he's giving her a choice. And you know, completely forgetting about the bondage thing.]
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ofc! lol
[ See? It paid off, acting like you're not invested in what's going to happen with your sex life and not sending a "hey where are you?" text. Except she just realizes he'll be here in 10 minutes (what!!!!!) and she hits pull panic mode, rushing to her room to clean up the disaster she left trying to find an outfit.
In the middle of tossing her pile of tops into her closet, so she can hide it by closing it (genius), she rapid fire texts him. ]
park out front and lmk
you can call or text it doesn't matter
and I'll let u in!
or knock lol idc
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WHATEVER! HE'LL FIX IT WHEN SHE'S ASLEEP!
Ack, but he looks suspicious and he's bleeding. Will they even let him in? At exactly ten minutes later, Lottie hears a knock.
On her balcony door.]
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Not that she's really paying attention to him all so much, still reeling from this.. Bizarre introduction. ]
Hey! [ She ties her robe she threw on around her a little tighter, suddenly shy about her choice of clothing. Not that he gave her much time to debate on anything else, he was practically here despite his claim of ten minutes. This whole thing would be way easier if her brain wasn't fried from the fact he's on her balcony. How'd he get on her balcony again??? He missed her front door by a whole street.
Did she give him the wrong address? And.. wait - ] Did you.. Hurt yourself getting up here?
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What? [He feels his face for a wound he must have missed and—] Oh, that's blood. Haha, don't worry about it! Really shoulda looked where I was going, huh?
[Again, a lie! She doesn't need to know he's had a long day. There are things more important than a bloody nose, a bruised stomach and a gash across his cheek. He's in front of a pretty girl he'd just had nice conversation with yesterday. Well, he thought it was nice, if not entertaining. Anyway, the least he could do is be presentable!
With a bright grin, he wipes the blood off his nose, takes a step forward and leans in to her a better look at her. The golden designs on his jacket gleam in the light, but even more striking is the blue dragon tattoo that wraps around his arms. If one were to take his gloves off, they're sure to see more patterns underneath. Basically, he looks like the type who'd own a motorcycle. But his face isn't threatening in the least, unless ridiculously attractive and refreshing people frighten her... The dissonance between his appearance and personality is almost ridiculous.]
Damn, you look even better in person. Sorry I'm late! [She's wearing? a robe??? He's trying not to think about it.] Mind if I come in?
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Wow, t-thanks.. You too. And yeah, absolutely!! Sorry.. [ She steps to the side, officially flustered at his compliment and using the excuse of being a good host to hide the pink to her cheeks. This guy is more cute than she expected to be, and it's such a whiplash from his entire get up. A dude who asked her if she was vanilla right off the bad shouldn't have such a nice smile.. Right??? ] Should've offered sooner, haha.. Go ahead.
[ But still all she can think about is how beat up he looks.. She can't fuck a guy who hurt himself showing off? Can she?? Okay, if he's this hot she could.. But having to stare down that gash on his cheek is questionable. As she closes the balcony door, she slips her slippers back on and gives a gentle touch to his arm, tilting her head to look up at him. ]
Hey, I can clean you up really quick? I have some stuff in my bathroom I can use.. [ Well, some stuff she bought at discount.. She's not sure what's in it but it should be enough to wipe any remaining blood off him. Make him clean as a whistle - ] If you want to that is, I don't want you hurting or anything.
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... Oh, uh, sure! I don't mind. I thought you just wanted to... Nevermind.
[He uses the excuse of looking for a place to sit to sheepishly look away.]
I had a gig earlier today. [ You know, he tells Lottie. At the bar near this popular club everyone talks about? ] Didn't know if I'd make it here in time...
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God, she knows cleaning up blood isn't sexy but.. C'mon!! Throw her a bone!!! ]
I know you said you had a lot of stuff to do, too. And I mean, we never set a real time. [ So there's no way he could be late, even if he was, she wouldn't be too irritated. After all, they both know why they're here, and so long as he shows up she can't be mad about it. ] I'm just kinda happy you didn't flake..
[ Was that weird? She chooses not to think over it, instead moving over to a cabinet to get something to clean him with. ]
Are you a freelancer? Or do you actually work there?
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Freelancer, yeah. I'm mostly a musician, and I play for whoever will take me. They tried to make me a regular, but I told them I already had a commitment! This clothing line is getting me to model for 'em. Uh, don't get your hopes up. I don't look great with clothes on.
[ ...She is free to consider the implications of that! The small huff and smile might even say he invites her to. His shirt is tight around his broad chest and back when he starts pulling it off — he has a few injuries he needs her to reach. ]
So you're a blogger? [ does she have a verified account... either way, he goes on: ] Why blogging?
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I'm a designer, and a model, actually. [ Humble Bragβ’ alert.. And yes, she is verified, which is Not Good For Her Ego at all, ] So I figured why not two birds with one stone? Blogging puts me out there and gets me in touch with a lot of companies.
[ It's weird to tell people blogging was what you were born to do, so she opts for the safer, less crazy explanation. When she walks back into the living room, items gathered in a neat pile in her arms, she's surprised to see.. A very shirtless man in her house. ]
But I can see why someone snagged you up for their line.. [ Her eyes linger over his tattoos, especially his chest, before delicately placing the first aid kit and all related trinkets on the coffee table in front of him. ] I'm kinda jealous I didn't find you first. Any way I can convince you to join up with my team, instead? We always play to the strength of our models, and if clothes aren't yours.. That isn't really a problem.