In an attempt to be clever, he's carving "520" into a patch of snow with some sticks where Yun will see. ... except it's large, and he kind of zoned out, (and maybe he's a little drunk), so instead it's "250"... (windy-wooo)
Leng Yun looks out the window, watching Yasuo work. At least the allowance went to a good place. Sake keeps the hobo warm. Meanwhile, Leng Yun is eating some dumplings with warm meat fillings.
"Xiao li!" He calls out once Yasuo is almost done. "You wrote it wrong!" A light chuckle escapes him. "Unless you mean that you are an idiot, which is quite a bold thing to write in the snow that big. Everyone can see it." A fist is made to support under his cheek as he gazes down upon the man with a loving smile. That's his favourite idiot right there.
@windy-wooo
windy-wooo:
“…………….”
He looks up. He looks down. He looks down… again, somehow. Sort of spaced out, as if he caught the air of his own dumbness and it’s temporarily paralyzed him.
Then he looked up again. “… y… YOU OWE ME 250! IT’S SO YOU REMEMBER!”
Fucking saved it.
He rolls his eyes with a smile. “Ah, you got me. I suppose I should pay with interest.” He hums.
“I will do you one better! 250 kisses, sake AND warm xiao long bao dumplings! If you come back inside, you can cash them in right away!”
“I DON’T WANT TO LEAVE MY DRINKING BUDDY!” he gestured... to a poorly made snowman. Yep. Definitely a bit drunk. Or trying to save face. Or both.
But... food.
“Fiiiine... your... uh... xiao li long is coming up.” He really isn’t good at the dialect, and it shows. His joke probably didn’t land. “Stay cool, my friend.”
The snowman said nothing.














