[Setting aside his phone, casual in his joggers, jumper and thick socks with his prosthesis off, Yang Cheng hunts Shang Chao down in their apartment.]
Hey, Shang Chao... [He runs his hand through his messy, overgrown hair, faintly flushing] There's going to be a New Year's concert. It's no Lucky Cyan, but. Do you want to go?
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Date: 2025-12-26 08:19 pm (UTC)Hey, Shang Chao... [He runs his hand through his messy, overgrown hair, faintly flushing] There's going to be a New Year's concert. It's no Lucky Cyan, but. Do you want to go?