#omg... only if nicolette can do the big chop

[nicawlette]

Like a serpent beneath a heat lamp, Wang Yi relaxes a fraction of his weight against her as if uncoiling his scales. She bears it without strain, soaking up the proximity. A balm for the soul, ice to an aching muscle. ❝ Oh~? You flirt. ❞ A muttered tease.

She doesn't disagree. They may be out in public, but it's easy to forget everyone else when he's around. ❝ You'll take the full blame, actually, and I'll take all the praise. ❞

Seems a fair deal, if you ask her. ❝ Here, angle your head a little closer to mine— yeah, like that. Perfect. I'll hold the phone if you press the button, just do it a few times because the first shot is rarely the best. ❞

The advice is sound, but mostly she insists so that on the third or forth picture, she can turn her face towards his to brush smiling lips to the corner of his mouth and capture the honest reaction.

Nicolette's warmth is extra welcoming on a cool autumn day, especially now with his half-snake bloodline. He sinks into it without be aware as naturally as burrowing into covers, and rests his hand over hers on the phone.

"Plenty of time for that later," Wang Yi points out.

"...I'd rather keep things just between the two of us for now."

He raises her arm (and the phone in it) to an angle in front of them, trying to find a good spot to take the selfie together.

"And if this turns out crappy," Wang Yi adds, "you can shift half the blame to me, and keep the praise for yourself. Smart, huh?"

He's laughing.