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@ten l. ᵇ yifan stood still, quivering in unrelenting anger that was waiting to explode. the hand graced on his chest doesn’t belong but just for the sake of being in ten’s teahouse, he behaves just enough to allow ten close. “money? you offered to take that away when you invited me here. and as far as pleasure, you could have at least offered the pipe.” his sharp tongue would get him dismembered some day, but he was pretty sure today wasn’t the day. “your attention? that’s quite unnecessary, i got enough of that earlier.” or perhaps, he’s made it his mission to get himself in trouble.

@yifan w. ᵃ ten catches a laugh in his throat as yifan spew profanities a thin and he chokes on the smoke as he tries not to laugh outright. he didn’t want to be bloodied up by an alpha in rut that badly. he shrugged it off to level a stare st yifan.
“there’s many things i have in store for you. money. pleasure...” his voice trails as he sets down his pipe, getting to his feet as he brushes his hand up yifan’s firm chest to cup his cheek.
“but mostly? my sole attention.”

@ten l. ᵇ yifan stood before ten, looking down on his sleazy being. business as usual. “you motherer,” yifan can barely hear over the way his blood pounds in his veins. it angered him so much to see how lax the other was, not inconvenienced by anything at all. “i’m so close to smashing your pipe to smithereens: this is your last chance.” he takes a deep breath hoping to the almight Goddess that ten has something of actual importance for yifan other than money. “what. have. you. in. store. for. me?”

@yifan w. ᵃ “hello to you too, yifan,” ten replied dryly, tapping the pipe on the ash tray to empty it. he rests it there, whisps trailing from the tip as he sat back with his legs crossed upon the cushion.
“i’ve been short on customers. so i’ve has to be more bold in my advertising.” he shrugs haphazardly and reaches for his pipe once again, already quite bored with this failure of an attempt to admonish him.

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@ten l. ᵇ the poor worker had enough of yifan by the time they led him to ten, openly smoking in his nook and looking as haughty as ever. yifan didn’t like associating himself with this place, this ambience, ten’s business, but he also wasn’t sure anymore why he came. “What the almighty ,” yifan hisses, “do you have that made you so brazen as to offer a visit out in the open?”

@yifan w. ᵃ the sound of the slamming paper divider did little to startle ten as he took a long drag form his thin tobbaco pipe. he blew the smoke up to join the hazy cloud above him. he should probably open a window in the back. as the seething alpha entered, ten did little but to raise his eyebrow to acknowledge the volatile presence in the room. what a typical alpha in rut.

@ten l. ᵇ yifan’s mad when he enters, the paper-and-wood door rattling when he slides it aside and enters. it was too close of a call, that ing invitation of ten’s and his blood boiled thinking about how reckless it was. closing the door behind him (and not the LEAST apologetic to any of the patrons sitting around him), yifan makes his way to the back of the store, where he badgered a teahouse working for ten’s whereabouts as he seethed under his breath. part of him knew his heat threw his anger through the roof but it was worth talking to (chiding) ten.

@mark t. ᵒ Chuando just rolled his eyes at this point, seeming to chuckle as he brought the other to walk alongside of him. "And since when have you known me to follow the rules. I hate all that formal stuff, to me we are all equal even if we all do different things you know. Besides I thought we were like really good friends? I love spoiling the hell out of you because you are just so darn cute sometimes."

@chuando t. ᵃ Mark's eyebrows furrow as his hair is being ruffled, and he lets out a short whine before he speaks, "I am not in heat- it's your rutting scent that's getting to me, I'm sensitive to certain types okay? Also, I am much worse during my heat, I'd be attached to your side if I were... But, not gonna lie, having you in my room to hold and smell? That doesn't sound too bad, but I won't say no to some tea" As they made their way to the teahouse, Mark began to trail behind the larger man's body, "Lead the way, alpha, you know... cause rules and such."

@mark t. ᵒ Cant help but give a soft laugh as he looked to the omega and ruffled his hair. "I cant believe you want to spend your time here. I thought with your heat around this time you would want me to hide with you in your room or something. But whatever the cutie wants, the cutie gets."

@kunhang w. ᵇ dejun lets go of kunhang's arm for the first time ever since they go out and decide to spend the day together on a date, sitting on the chair kunhang has offered to him. he sinks onto his chair with his hands slipped inside the sleeves of his woolly sweater, lifting his gaze up to the man across him. "rose bud tea will be the choice today.."

@dejun x. ᵒ kunhang breathes out a, "here, my love", holding the chair for his mate to sit on. "so what flavour it would be today?" he inquires, taking the opposite seat of dejun. the table is for two and is next to the glass window over looking at the outside.

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