More importantly right now, how is he going to explain this one. Does he even want to try to explain anything? That might cause more problems than it solves. Sighing again, Hunter shoves his pillow into Zitao’s face in a half-assed attempt to smother the other man into silence before he can make the situation worse. “Kindly behave yourself for once.”
He doesn’t hold much hope that Zitao will actually listen—when does he ever when the options are ‘be docile’ or ‘cause a scene’—so Hunter’s hurrying to redress under the covers; the sooner he can remove Bjoo from the same room as Zitao, the better. That done, he gets up, throwing the duvet over Zitao in the process, and takes Bjoo by the shoulders to steer him into the adjoining kitchen. Hopefully, he can divert the younger man’s attention away from what he’d interrupted and onto more pertinent subjects. Such as: “What brings you over tonight? Something happen?“
The smile doesn’t leave Zitao’s face; even when there’s a pillow being shoved at him. He’s a bit to busy struggling to remove the pillow to acknowledge that Hunter asked him to behave, at least at first. Once he pushes the pillow off of him; he pouts just a little. When doesn’t he behave? He’s the perfect picture of a loyal dog... Ok, maybe not so much. It’s only because Hunter is fun to frustrate, though. It’s not often that Zitao can find someone who he can get a rise out of without risking losing any and all connection with them. Hunter is, of course, too cold and callous to let Zitao visibly bother him, for the most part.
“Behave myself? Very well, but you’re going to owe me for this later.” Zitao shrugs and smiles at the new purple haired stranger. He seems like a cute kid. Maybe he and Hunter are a thing as well, though Hunter never seemed like the type. He’ll have to ask about it later. Instead, he just smiles at the boy and gives a small wave. The poor kid is red all the way down his neck and doesn’t really look like he wants to talk, but Zitao isn’t planning on just letting him go. At least, not until there’s a duvet over his head and he’s reminded that he just agreed to behave himself...
Oh well. At least he’ll get something out of this later.
Bjoo just stands completely still. The words ‘just ignore him’ don’t exactly help him in any way. How is he supposed to ignore this kind of situation? First thing’s first, it’s incredibly awkward because he just walked in on what he can only assume is one of his good friends sleeping with another man. Secondly, said other man is smiling and treating the whole situation like it’s the funniest thing that’s happened in a long time. His face is only turning redder and he’s doing a terrible job of looking away. It isn’t until Hunter physically pushes him out of the room that he finally realizes that he hasn’t moved in just a couple of second.
His mind is blank for a second. He just stares at Hunter and opens his mouth to try to respond, but all he gets is a confused sound. Why did he come over again? He can’t really remember. He had a reason. Didn’t he? He closes his mouth and looks to the ground. It would be awesome if his face could stop burning. He probably looks like a tomato. Fists clench and eyes squeeze shut. Get over it, Bjoo. No point in freaking out so much over this. Right? He opens his eyes once again and finally musters the courage to talk.
“You’re gay?” ...Nice going. That had nothing to do with the question he was posed, but it was better than nothing. He puts up his hands and gestures somewhat confusedly. “I mean... Uh... I don’t remember...”
