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They are at some amusement park Wen Kexing has never heard of before but he wanted to do something nice for Gu Xiang ever since the gator ate her shoe. The move here has been particularly rough on her. It was not as though they could make a lot of preparations in their flight. Murder is a powerful motivator for relocating quickly. Today has been surprisingly fun, the highlight so far is something called a drop tower. The wind whooshing through his hair the most refreshing thing since the mojito he had the first day they got here.
Taking a break on a bench, his eyes alight on a tawny colored mascot, dressed as some kind of dog. He has never seen someone move so gracefully in such a lumbering getup before. He lazily lets his eyes trail after the figure as he tosses another handful of popcorn into his mouth. Then nearly drops his next handful when the mascot takes off his mask to reveal the most drop dead gorgeous man he has ever laid eyes upon.
This vision in faux fur sighs and brushes sweaty hair off his face.
Wen Kexing stands and somewhat distractedly asks Gu Xiang a question. "Do you want a balloon?"
Gu Xiang barely gets out a, "No," before Wen Kexing's feet take them towards the mascot.
He sidles up to the greatest beauty he has ever known, "I would like to buy a balloon."
The other man gives him a quality side-eye before returning to sip from his water bottle. Wen Kexing catches a distinct whiff of vodka but he mostly watches the liquid travel down the other man's throat. The things he would do to that neck.
"I'm on my break, go ask one of the other guys." The man waves at one of the half dozen other costumed performers wandering the area.
He is not an easily deterred man. Wen Kexing leans in further, inhaling the sweat of this hot, hot man. "My sister adores dogs, it would mean a lot to get one from you."
And leaning backwards in response, this greatest of beauties looks ready to say something rude when a security guard strides up to them. The nameplate indicates he is Han Ying.
"Zhou Zishu, Is this man giving you trouble?" Mr. Devastatingly Handsome might be dressed up as a dog but Wen Kexing is pretty sure this Han Ying is the embodiment of a puppy.
Zhou Zishu sighs again, but looks at Gu Xiang, who is bouncing in excitement while trying not to look too into the idea of getting a balloon. "No, no problem at all."
Turning reluctantly to Wen Kexing, Zhou Zishu asks, "What do you want?"
"Your number." He already has his phone out.
"I mean which balloon." Zhou Zishu grabs the phone and likely inputs the number for Jenny Craig or some such place but Wen Kexing knows where he works and he is suddenly feeling very fond of amusement parks. Maybe they can make this a weekly, no, daily thing. He wonders if they are hiring.
"Oh, the purple octopus." Gu Xiang has always favored the color. And judging by how happily she clutches at it, it is the right choice. What a wonderful day this has been.