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@wvlfwife:
wet and cold and miserable isn’t how yixing imagined coming back to rose. he’s not pathetic -- at least, doesn’t like to believe too often that he has the capacity for it -- but he does feel very much like a wet stray that’s just come home. ( but it is home, no matter what state he arrives in it, and it’s this that keeps him from turning around. ) it’s a new place, as he figured out when he first came back, but even with the lights turning on when he steps through the threshold after her, he still manages to trip over a pile of books.
“ow --!” he catches himself -- barely -- against the wall, and regaining his footing. it’s hard not to make everything wet when he’s still dripping from the rain earlier. “home sweet home.” still, instead of letting himself be annoyed, he laughs, almost incredulous. “are you ever going to buy a big enough book case to keep all these books from being a safety hazard?”
