[ To his credit, despite his slightly boxy frame and the destructive boisterousness with which he sometimes carries himself, Caelus slips into the archives almost soundlessly. Turns out he can be pretty light on his feet on those sneakers of his — and, well, when he's doing kind of an exaggerated ninja secret agent thing, spinning into the room from the hall and immediately pressing his back to the wall like he's been trained to minimize enemy attacks.
Solemnly, he catches Dan Heng's eye in the middle of this nonsense, and then nods, returning to a more relaxed posture. ]
Clear. No assassins here.
[ Which — well, obviously he knew that. But honestly, every time someone calls Dan Heng "Dan Feng" instead of his real name, Caelus gets incensed about it. Today is no exception, and he's frustrated because he doesn't have an outlet for these feelings, but it's just so irritating, the fact that it would cost these people nothing to just be decent and treat Dan Heng like a person, but they all want to hold him in contempt for things he didn't do, all the same.
Whatever. It's annoying because he knows that Dan Heng wouldn't want him to be like this anyway, but nothing will satisfy his angry heart except holding Dan Heng in his arms for the entire evening, and Dan Heng wouldn't want that, either. (Maybe? Maybe not. Maybe it's more doable than Caelus thinks it is.)
He walks over to where Dan Heng's standing near one of the bookshelves, peeking over his shoulder with a slightly guilty look on his face. It's almost as if he expects to be chastised for his overprotective behavior.
He rests his chin on Dan Heng's shoulder and wraps his arms around Dan Heng's waist. But, y'know. In a bro way. As bros do. Just draping himself over Dan Heng, casually. ]
...I won't let anyone touch you.
[ It sounds more like he's trying to reassure himself. ]
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Solemnly, he catches Dan Heng's eye in the middle of this nonsense, and then nods, returning to a more relaxed posture. ]
Clear. No assassins here.
[ Which — well, obviously he knew that. But honestly, every time someone calls Dan Heng "Dan Feng" instead of his real name, Caelus gets incensed about it. Today is no exception, and he's frustrated because he doesn't have an outlet for these feelings, but it's just so irritating, the fact that it would cost these people nothing to just be decent and treat Dan Heng like a person, but they all want to hold him in contempt for things he didn't do, all the same.
Whatever. It's annoying because he knows that Dan Heng wouldn't want him to be like this anyway, but nothing will satisfy his angry heart except holding Dan Heng in his arms for the entire evening, and Dan Heng wouldn't want that, either. (Maybe? Maybe not. Maybe it's more doable than Caelus thinks it is.)
He walks over to where Dan Heng's standing near one of the bookshelves, peeking over his shoulder with a slightly guilty look on his face. It's almost as if he expects to be chastised for his overprotective behavior.
He rests his chin on Dan Heng's shoulder and wraps his arms around Dan Heng's waist. But, y'know. In a bro way. As bros do. Just draping himself over Dan Heng, casually. ]
...I won't let anyone touch you.
[ It sounds more like he's trying to reassure himself. ]