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Don't hesitate to give me a jingle if you need some help! I'm obviously not doing shit these days, so anything to get out of the house.

[alright, it's official, huaisang's one of the cutest people he's ever met in his life. magic isn't anything new around here and telekinesis surely can't be the most amazing thing his friend has seen after all, but klaus is still pleased by the enthrallment anyway. seriously, what an actual sweetheart.

though it doesn't take long for things to veer off in a more playful direction again.] Maybe, but it all depends on where you're biting and how much pressure you're using.

Some like a little, some like a lot. Whatever your preference, make sure it's done safely, with someone you trust. [he glances toward the bag as huaisang reaches for it, takes another quick swig from the can he's holding then sets it aside on the table so it doesn't accidentally get upended.] Good plan, [klaus comments, rubbing his hands together.] Let's see what we've got to work with here!

[The way these modern folks talk. Not doing shit. Why would you be doing feces? What a weird way to get a point across. Among many other things Klaus says, but really he shouldn't judge him too harshly. He's saved him in more ways than one and is fun so. He gets a pass.]

Company would be nice, whether I need help or not. If you need a reason to get out that is.

[Just saying.]

Ohh... someone I trust, hm?

[Huaisang pulls out one of the shirts in the bag, awkwardly trying to hold it up to himself to see the design on it and how it would look on him possibly.]

... they're melting just like me.

[The little colorful popsicles. The rest of the shirts are varying degrees of terrible and amazing.]

[oh god, they're going to have to explain slang one of these days because no, it's not that. rescuer or not, klaus should at least try and use different words or better explain things after he tosses out words or sayings other people wouldn't understand! so, if huaisang asks, he'll at least provide.]

Hey, if you find that my company isn't actually the worst, I'll hang out with you anytime you like! [a brief pause then he grins wide.] Especially if you think you'll trust me enough with, uh, fooling around—

—oh my God. [klaus snorts, thoroughly amused by the joke but also:] Wow, that top is hella cute. [he shifts closer to huaisang, reaches to take the popsicle shirt in both hands, holds it up in front of him to consider how it'd look, how it might sit whenever it's worn. might rest a little lower on the neck than he's used to but other than that? it ought to fit him perfectly and it's far better than sweltering in those robes he's wearing.]

Don't worry, all these shirts will help you melt less. [holding the shirt in place against huaisang's chest, he reaches for the bag and withdraws one of the other ones.] And ‘better late than ugly’ is perfect.

[Don't worry, Klaus, he won't expect you to act different or speak a different way just because you're hanging around him. All the funny strange things his friend says is part of what interests him and makes hanging out with Klaus so fun!]

Wha? The worst? Do you know how boring and stuffy most people are back home?

[Huaisang gives a dramatic little sigh. He appreciates the help when Klaus is holding the shirt up for him better. He can't help the big toothy smile that spreads across his face when Klaus approves of the last one. Huaisang is sure it's some saying of some sort where his friend is from, but he still thinks it's true all the same. Punctuality is also important, but so is looking your best!]

See, Klaus you understand! I knew coming to you about this was the right idea.

[Huaisang is ready to not be melting, but maybe still a little unsure about the whole. Not being in his big thick robes any longer. Especially around someone else. Alone? Sure. Cool. While he likes Klaus it's still a new thing and all that.]

Soooo... it'll be a lot easier if you help me get out of these, it's kind of hard even getting them on in the morning.

[He'll grouse, pouting a little. Help him, but also sorry if he's kind of awkward about it while it's happening. Just a sexually repressed society back home. Unless your name is Jin Guangshan and you're a filthy whore who just pumps out bastard children like it's in style.]

[that's good because there is a very likely chance klaus wouldn't have tried all that hard to change his ways of speaking; he's so used to them by this point, even filtering his terrible language around children proves difficult most days. (thank goodness, there aren't many of those around here to worry about at the moment, so he's safe.)]

From the sound of that and your adorable little theatrics, I'm gonna assume they're way worse than I am.

[huaisang really needs to stop being such a cutie. klaus's own mouth curves into another grin and he drapes the one shirt across his leg for now, reaching to hold the popsicles back up, head tipped to the side with contemplation.] Of course! Anything to do with fashion, you've come to the right guy. [maybe he looks like a hot mess in some of his stuff but most of the time, he actually manages to pull it off anyway.

his eyebrows arch toward his hairline as soon as huaisang's telling him he'll need help out of his clothes, though.] Oh. Uh, yeah, I can help you out there, no problem.

[hopefully, he doesn't mind being checked out even more while it's happening, although klaus will do his best to be respectful if huaisang tells him not to. it isn't all that weird, he's helped people with getting dressed before, so perhaps if he looks at it like that, it's harmless? and if it makes his friend feel even less awkward, he could close his eyes.]

Let's stand up though, that'll make it easier, too.

Theatrics?

[Huaisang gasps questioningly, doing his best to hide a little smile behind his hand. He is a very serious boy, he has no idea what theatrics you speak of!

Now comes the main event, getting naked and trying clothes on. With help. Pushing himself up from the floor he'll stand and turns his back to Klaus. His hand reaches back at the belt around his waist.]

Wuxian helps me secure this in the morning, but most everything else I can struggle to get on. He just helps me get it all straightened out.

[And looking crisp and falling nicely. Also sorry for the like. Three to four layers. No wonder he melts.]

[riiight... of course huaisang has no idea, he's just grinning because it's that absurd, huh? and because he's downright adorable, obviously, so there is no way it could be anything else whatsoever.

klaus does smirk in spite of himself, playfully rolls his eyes, and moves to stand as well, waiting until his friend has turned around, is motioning toward the belt.

which is the weirdest looking belt he's ever seen, by the way. why do something this ridiculous when one could just get the usual leather strap with holes to put around their waist then lock it into place with a buckle? aesthetics, he's assuming, considering the fancy robes and the hundred million layers huaisang's wearing. (okay, it isn't that bad, but still!)]

I'll never understand why you lot insist on continuing to wear these things. [regardless, he shuffles closer, finds where the sash is secured, and starts undoing it, carefully unwrapping the fabric from around his waist.] They're pretty though, to be fair.

[Huaisang knows exactly what he's about. Doesn't mean he won't be a little shit about it.]

I'm coming to you now aren't I? The others might be more stubborn... but this is just how things are. It's seen as terrible and uncouth to not be dressed proper.

[Yes he's more radical and easier to let go of traditions if it interests him, but even then. This is how their society is.]

Showing skin is for your partner, it's not to be taken lightly.

[His tone is chiding yet playful at the end. Again. He knows what he's about okay.

Trying to help, Huaisang pulls open the layers of his robes and gets the first layer off his one shoulder.]

So there's nothing taboo or a wrong way to dress where you're from, Klaus?

Yeah, alright, you got me there. The others can figure things out for themselves if they wanna be constantly stubborn, but if you put a bug in their ears— uh, which means dropping them a hint? Maybe they'll open up a little more and you can pass on some fashion tips.

[following a brisk headshake,] You don't have to explain, I totally get it. Since yeah, even in my world, if you dress a certain way, you're considered a hussy. [he rolls his eyes, smiling nevertheless.] It's just skin, in my opinion, but I guess I can understand where it's coming from.

[he allows huaisang to remove the first layer, letting him have at least some form of independence throughout this ordeal, then he moves to help him out on the other side, shifting around so he's standing in front of him now that the belt is off and the robes can be removed easier.] The way I see it: skin is skin, it's only ‘wrong’ if someone's touching you against your will. If you wanna cover up? Then hey, by all means, that's your right as a person and no one should stop you.

Oh— [a momentary pause in his half-rant to consider the shirts again.] Do you want the popsicles or the other one?

I'll try I'll try, but everyone is so stubborn.

[Especially Jiang Cheng. Wuxian could possibly be swayed, though he's sure he's seen him appropriating a few things during the heat.]

People are so strange about what everyone else does or wears. It must be tiring to waste so many thoughts on things that dont concern them.

[Says the one who keeps his gossipy nose in many things.]

Huh? Oh, which one is the popsicles?

[He peers up at his very tall friend.]

Are popsicles a good thing?

Then fuck 'em. [he shrugs.

if everyone else wants to melt like huaisang's cute little shirt then let them, it's their own faults. klaus would rather let them do that than argue until he's blue in the face and get nowhere, especially in jiang cheng's case. the man could probably go on for hours and jesus tapdancing christ, ain't nobody got time for it.]

Yeah, they are, but it's whatever. We can do whatever we want, right?

[and hey, he's the same way! it's part of the reason why his ~~gaybies~~ two friends finally got together after beating around the bush for so long.]

This one, [he comments, reaching to pick up the top with the melting popsicles and holding it up against huaisang's chest again, an amused grin quirking his lips.] They're better when they aren't melting, to be fair. Less messy, not as sticky. Still good though either way, babydoll.

[Huaisang gawks at Klaus for a second, wondering if he's saying what he thinks he's saying or... is this one of those times when one thing also means another? Klaus does use fuck a lot.]

... ah- I don't think that would convince them either.

[Just saying.

His hand comes up to hold feel over the shirt as Klaus holds it up to him again, glad that they're not actual popsicles. They sound very messy.]

So they don't always look like this? Do they taste good at least?

[Okay time to finish getting out of the robes. Just him attempting to get the rest off, with Klaus' help of course, and maybe even put them in a relatively nice pile. Folding is attempted, but difficult with one hand. Excuse his underwear, the thin robe and pants underneath the heavier robes he'd been wearing. Yes that's underwear. Huaisang is a bit more awkward now that he's so indecent, even if he's still covered up mostly.]

Maybe I should just walk around in my undergarments, it's so much nicer like this.

[he blinks once, twice, eyebrows hiking toward his hairline before it dawns on him:] Oh, shit, not like that. I mean, unless you want to? Obviously, there are quite a few of you and you're all rather attractive.

[which he's just saying too, yeah? klaus would probably literally sleep with just about all of the cultivators here.

a quick shake of the head,] Nah, they usually look like frozen cylindrical things. Actually, they can be weird character shapes, too? Screw it, I'll have to find some and show them to you because yeah, they're delicious. You kinda just gotta experience them for yourself.

[of course, klaus continues right on helping him, even lending a hand with getting everything somewhat folded, but at least it's all in a pile nearby. huaisang says ‘undergarments’ and the taller man's expression creases, lips pursed thoughtfully. he's kidding, right? how the hell does everything stay in one place and not...stick... fuck it, he's not going to think about that too much. (he'll just ask about it instead.)]

These are your underwear? You're kidding me, right? Those are pants I'd wear over some skivvies, man.

I know right?

[His tongue clicks with a shake of his head.]

It's distressing to be surrounded by so many beautiful people and feel like they're all out of reach.

[But his lips quirk in a mischievous little smirk.]

At least you understand, Klaus. My hero and confidant. You know I never dreamed I'd be held in the arms of a handsome man in my life.

[Falling from a tree to be caught by Klaus was a terror and delight all in one.

Then things to turn the discussion of his underwear and now it's flustered city time!]

Huh? No I'm not kidding! W-Well what do yours look like then!

[Huaisang waves his hand at Klaus. Well then? Come on. Show him how yours look!]

It sure is.

[‘i've got one within my reach,’ is automatically what klaus wants to say in return, but he bites his tongue (quite literally) and just grins like the goddamn cheshire cat. because wow, it's almost like huaisang read his mind or something here.]

Of course I understand. [a moment's hesitation then, unfortunately, he can't help himself:] Does getting my hands on you while you're practically naked count as being held?

[if not, then the fool really needs to up his game and find another way to put his arms around huaisang again. sooner rather than later, should the decision be left up to him, but he mostly wants to gauge the other male's reaction to the comment first instead of diving headfirst into the concrete. wouldn't be the first time and obviously won't be his last, though hey, if it can be avoided then why not try?

meanwhile, here's huaisang, getting fussy about his underclothes and demanding he take his pants off, which klaus's all too willing to oblige.] Alright, alright, I believe you! And sure, I'll let you see mine. It's only fair. [considering and all.] But don't freak out too much, yeah?

[he doesn't think he'll flip a lid at all, yet can't help teasing anyway. after the jest, he's quickly tugging down the plain black bermuda-style shorts hugging his waist to reveal his own ridiculous underwear, looking far too at ease to not have done it more than once.]

Well...

[It's not like he's never flirted before, but it's so different back home. Everyone is so stuffy and boring about it.

Klaus is so fun and playful and it's clear what they're both getting at. No tip toeing around even if sofar it's mostly been a lot of teasing. But this, hoho! It sure feels good having flirtations reciprocated.]

Maybe, maybe. Though if hands on me is what counts then I'll have to rethink Wuxian's help in the mornings.

[Cause if that's the case Wuxian has held him A LOT helping him get his robes on nice and with his hair. It's not like he wouldn't hit that, bit Wuxian clearly had affections for someone else. Even if he was too blind to see it.]

Why would I-?

[Freak out? He starts to ask when Klaus yanks his shorts down, which honestly he's not sure what he expected. It's still a shock as now there's even less clothing covering everything and he would have covered his face with his fan, but that's been left on the table.

His remaining hand will have to do. It does little to cover his face, fingers splayed as shocked but curious eyes peek at Klaus and his very colorful, very tiny underwear.]

Th-That's all?

[Huaisang's voice is tighter, trying not to squeek too much. This fine, this is all fine. It's just... whoa boy, that's a dick. He can literally see the bulge and outline. Don't mind him if he just leans over to grab his fan okay. Flicking it out he'll cool himself down a bit. Gotten hot in here even with the big floor fan going off.]

That's not uncomfortable? It's so... tight... and small.

[He can't stop staring. Is that rude?]

[of course they are, it's ancient china, though that isn't huaisang's fault! he should let himself play coy and be flirty and whatever else he likes because it's cute, watching the guy relax. (flirting is like second nature to klaus, he can hardly help it anymore—) there's just something so particularly nice about watching someone be themself.

he gives the faintest head-tilt, an eyebrow lifted curiously.] Wuxian... Wuxian... [sounds familiar, but he can't quite put his finger on it.] One of your friends, I'm assuming?

[there's the reaction he'd been waiting for, covered eyes and all, even. klaus's other hand reaches up, claps around his mouth, barely muffling the absolute snickerfit he has at the sight of huaisang doing that. also, don't think he doesn't see him peeking! he'll be merciful enough to not mention it right now, at least.] Yeah, that's all. [casual as ever. like, seriously, these aren't even a big deal since they cover him everywhere.

does it occur to the idiot that his dick is just totally on display? no, not initially, although his friend's growingly flustered state speaks volumes and he's catching on.]

Nah, it actually keeps everything together pretty nicely. Don't have to worry about junk bouncing around. [ha. haha. that's a fucking awful joke, klaus, stop.] Another style of underwear we have is ‘boxers’ and those are looser, almost like the shorts I'm wearing.

[his attention flickers up, catching huaisang's gaze over the edge of the fan.] I know, it's a lot to take in. [for real, man, why?]

Mhm, Wei Wuxian. Taller than me, wears black and keeps his hair back with a long red tie.

[Can't miss him. He's handsome and very fun, also always seems to draw attention some how.]

Bounce around...? I guess I never really noticed.

[Huaisang actually has to ponder this. Like, sure, yeah, his junk definitely does it's thing, but perhaps growing up never realizing that is a "problem" or being bothered by it... underwear is crazy.

His eyes flicker down to Klaus whole situation again, lowering his fan a little.]

It is a lot! They don't leave much to the imagination do they? So that's all you wear for under clothes? I look fully dressed compared to you.

[Yet he feels just as naked.]

If not for my books back home, I'd have fainted at the sight of you, Klaus.

[Yes, reading porn back in ancient China saved him from having the vapors and knocking himself out on the table.]

[ah, yes, he remembers him now; tall, dark, ridiculously attractive in a fun, mischievous kinda way. klaus can dig it, to be honest.] Sure, I remember him. [been a while though, except for the passings-by every so often. unsurprising that someone so striking draws tons of attention, though.]

Nah, but that's likely because you're so used to it, it's not something that'd occur to you right off the bat. [he shrugs faintly.] I dunno, man, something about them just feels right.

[like how huaisang's long underwear feel right to him. klaus's attention follows the other man's, eyebrows lifting interestedly, a slight smile curving his mouth at the edges.] You sure do! Most styles like this usually don't leave much, but there are others far worse— at least these cover my whole ass.

[huaisang, please, don't stroke this idiot's ego too much.] What, you keep filthy books back home? [dirty. he hums thoughtfully, considering.] Guess I am pretty good-looking, huh? You aren't bad yourself, dollface.

Speaking of, uh, are you alright with me seeing everything to help with your pants?

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