#reply;yvxing

Too much dirty talk.

{ but i had a feeling he would like it so it worked out--

what your muse’s name is in mine’s phone: flower prince pokemon yixingwhat your muse’s picture is in mine’s phone: .img.what your muse’s ringtone is in mine’s phone: .tune.my muse’s last text to your muse: [ →  ✉ ] i'm sorry. who is this????? please don't text this number this number again or else i will file a restraining order.

Zitao stared at the screen of his phone with a severe frown, taking a few moments to think his rash decision before he acted. It was already the late evening, where many residents of the city were having a bit of downtime before bed, but Yixing had managed to grate his nerves a bit. A surprise visit would ensue. He managed to get dressed in casual clothing in five minutes before he rushed out the door, not before kissing Candy on the head and telling her he'd be back very soon. Luckily, it wouldn't take him long to reach Yixing's home. Zitao was walking briskly, wanting to get there as soon as possible with a mission in mind. He was going to confiscate all of Yixing's precious flower crowns. It was thirty minutes before he arrived to Yixing's home, and he knew where the younger man kept the spare key. With a smirk, Zitao quickly plucked it from it's not-so-secret hiding place and pushed open the door. He didn't want to be subtle, he always had a bit of a dramatic streak him. "Yixing!"

[ → ✉ ] okay, fine. i'm coming over. prepare yourself.

[ → ✉ ] or else i'll come over to your place and put my number back into your phone

[ → ✉ ] think of this as a new experience! she'll go easy on you. just remember to put some lotion on your ass afterwards--

[ → ✉ ] i'm going to call her for you