Bai Yao doesn’t look too happy.
He hasn’t spoken much since the pretty rabbit left.
Mu Mu’er is not sure why, but he can feel his sour mood. He feels the same as he was when he was bitten hard out in the seas. So, after some thinking, he concludes the rabbit must have bitten Bai Yao hard.
He wants to help Bai Yao lick his wounds, but after a few thorough looks, he still couldn’t find a visible wound on him.
He wants to lick, but he doesn’t know where to.
Mu Mu’er walks outside and finds Bai Yao sitting on the steps to the veranda, leaning on the pillar, resting his arm on one of his long legs, unmoving.
After observing his silhouette for a while, he concludes he must have been bullied hard by that rabbit, becoming sullen.
When Mu Mu’er was bullied in the past, he always wished there was someone to cheer him up, or at least, simply sit by his side to comfort him in silence. Or maybe bring some food along, too, that would be best. They don’t have to, though.
During which, he sits down next to Bai Yao, and copies the way Bai Yao soothes him by stroking his back, and then clumsily messing about with the man’s hair.
He has never seen Bai Yao in such a downcast mood since he came to know him. It makes him yearn for the return of a nonchalant, casual Bai Yao.
Bai Yao pulls him a smile, but doesn’t say anything.
Mu Mu’er then looks around, and glances out to the jatropha curcas growing in a corner of the garden.
When he was really, really scared of the storm, Bai Yao taught him magic the following day, showing him the bubbles he can make with the leaves.
He was really happy seeing all the bubbles in the air; he wanted to see them fill up the sky, filling up his chest with happy feelings.
Putting his thoughts to action without hesitation, he grabs several leaves from under the tree, and organises them into a small pile in his hands, and sits back down next to Bai Yao.
He carefully snaps them on the stem, then blows on the gap, producing a few bubbles. He takes a second leaf, and does the same.
Some of the bubbles land on Bai Yao’s head. Mu Mu’er looks at them, and his eyes meet with Bai Yao’s.
From the side, Bai Yao’s profile looks even more chiselled. When he is not happy, his features become a little sharper. It’s actually quite cool, with a sort of untamed vibe to them. Slightly ruffian.
There is something different about Bai Yao today, though. Of course, Mu Mu’er still likes him a lot. He likes Bai Yao no matter what he looks like.
Still, Bai Yao is clearly far from being cheered up.
Mu Mu’er, out of ideas, sits there tilting his head. He carefully nudges towards Bai Yao, thinking about tugging his clothes, but refrains from doing so.
There are bigger leaves on the plant. Mu Mu’er looks up, and has his eyes set on a bright and vibrant leaf growing near the top of it. It’s at least as big as his palm.
He is wondering if he can reach it. He wants to use it to make bubbles for Bai Yao.
A big leaf will definitely produce a bigger bubble, and… a bigger bubble must be as beautiful as many little bubbles from lots of little leaves.
After doing the ‘calculations,’ he pumps himself up and hops closer to the tree, to see if he can take the leaf.
The plant is more of a real tree, now, having grown quite a bit in the past few months. It’s taller than when Mu Mu’er was picking leaves from it last time.
He can’t reach it, not even when he stands on tiptoes. He doesn’t want to give up just yet, and eyes the leaf longingly from the bottom of the tree. If only a big gust of wind would help carry it down for him.
There is naught but a gentle breeze, though. Not the slightest sign of the leaf falling down. Mu Mu’er, disappointed, continues glaring at it, not leaving.
When his eyes are all fixed on that big, round leaf, though, perhaps hoping his gaze would be enough to convince it to fall, his body suddenly goes light, and he finds himself in a broad and powerful hug.
He makes a meek yelp, and looks to find Bai Yao right behind him. The man is looking a little sombre but also amused, and it makes Mu Mu’er’s body relax by reflex.
Bai Yao has made sure to hold the boy on the waist tightly. Mu Mu’er only feels nothing but reassured and safe being lifted up high, rather than anxiety and panic.
The leaf on the top gets closer and closer, until Mu Mu’er is able to pluck it off with ease.
He holds it dearly, declaring, “Mu’er got it!”
Then he was let down gently, and Bai Yao does not retract his hand until the boy is firmly on the ground.
“Heh, shorty,” Bai Yao chuckles a little, and ruffles Mu Mu’er’s hair into a mess, before putting his hands back into his pockets and walking back inside.
Mu Mu’er didn’t get the response he wanted after his declaration, but received a caressing hand on the head instead. He’s confused again looking at Bai Yao’s silhouette.
Then he realises, that perhaps Bai Yao is not going to cheer up even with lots and lots of bubbles around. He looks at the leaf in his hand, and finally decides to leave it at the roots of the tree.
Before Bai Yao is back inside, Mu Mu’er reaches him, and subconsciously grabs the corner of his clothes, lightly pulling on it to stop him.
“Yaoyao, don’t, don’t go,” Mu Mu’er sounds distressed, “Mu’er will, think of more things…”
When Mu Mu’er panics, his words will tumble into each other. All he can do is firmly hold onto the clothes, to hold onto Bai Yao before he enters the house.
Bai Yao wonders what things Mu’er will think of. The boy speaks his mind, so sometimes, it ends up rather abrupt. He does not mind, and he looks at Mu Mu’er’s hand on his clothes, before putting his own hand on it, to hold his finger naturally in his own hand. He wants to see what he will come up with.
Mu Mu’er sees Bai Yao waiting for him, and hastily mumbles his way along, not producing anything coherent for a while but meaningless vocalisations.
The little guy is looking straight into Bai Yao’s eyes. Bai Yao has a deep gaze, with defined and handsome features. His lips appear quite thin when he does not smile
Mu Mu’er doesn’t know any fancy adjectives, but he knows Bai Yao looks handsome, very handsome, and also scary, but also gentle.
Like a great lion showing its belly for a rub.
An idea pops into the boy’s head, and immediately takes hold. Mu Mu’er, curious, and intrigued, immediately acts upon it – Bai Yao is quite tall, so Mu Mu’er, while looking up, hops a little in place on tiptoes. He does not connect, and makes a distressed ‘mmph.’ Then he wraps his hands around Bai Yao’s neck, and starts dragging it down.
Bai Yao obliges, and is about to ask what he is trying to do, when suddenly, the boy hops again – his lips hitting straight onto his own, brushing.
The little guy’s little tongue has made a little careful lick on his lower lip. Then their lips stick right onto one another.
Like a little animal’s lick to make its owner happy.
Bai Yao doesn’t look too happy.
He hasn’t spoken much since the pretty rabbit left.
Mu Mu’er is not sure why, but he can feel his sour mood. He feels the same as he was when he was bitten hard out in the seas. So, after some thinking, he concludes the rabbit must have bitten Bai Yao hard.
He wants to help Bai Yao lick his wounds, but after a few thorough looks, he still couldn’t find a visible wound on him.
He wants to lick, but he doesn’t know where to.
Mu Mu’er walks outside and finds Bai Yao sitting on the steps to the veranda, leaning on the pillar, resting his arm on one of his long legs, unmoving.
After observing his silhouette for a while, he concludes he must have been bullied hard by that rabbit, becoming sullen.
When Mu Mu’er was bullied in the past, he always wished there was someone to cheer him up, or at least, simply sit by his side to comfort him in silence. Or maybe bring some food along, too, that would be best. They don’t have to, though.
During which, he sits down next to Bai Yao, and copies the way Bai Yao soothes him by stroking his back, and then clumsily messing about with the man’s hair.
He has never seen Bai Yao in such a downcast mood since he came to know him. It makes him yearn for the return of a nonchalant, casual Bai Yao.
Bai Yao pulls him a smile, but doesn’t say anything.
Mu Mu’er then looks around, and glances out to the jatropha curcas growing in a corner of the garden.
When he was really, really scared of the storm, Bai Yao taught him magic the following day, showing him the bubbles he can make with the leaves.
He was really happy seeing all the bubbles in the air; he wanted to see them fill up the sky, filling up his chest with happy feelings.
Putting his thoughts to action without hesitation, he grabs several leaves from under the tree, and organises them into a small pile in his hands, and sits back down next to Bai Yao.
He carefully snaps them on the stem, then blows on the gap, producing a few bubbles. He takes a second leaf, and does the same.
Some of the bubbles land on Bai Yao’s head. Mu Mu’er looks at them, and his eyes meet with Bai Yao’s.
From the side, Bai Yao’s profile looks even more chiselled. When he is not happy, his features become a little sharper. It’s actually quite cool, with a sort of untamed vibe to them. Slightly ruffian.
There is something different about Bai Yao today, though. Of course, Mu Mu’er still likes him a lot. He likes Bai Yao no matter what he looks like.
Still, Bai Yao is clearly far from being cheered up.
Mu Mu’er, out of ideas, sits there tilting his head. He carefully nudges towards Bai Yao, thinking about tugging his clothes, but refrains from doing so.
There are bigger leaves on the plant. Mu Mu’er looks up, and has his eyes set on a bright and vibrant leaf growing near the top of it. It’s at least as big as his palm.
He is wondering if he can reach it. He wants to use it to make bubbles for Bai Yao.
A big leaf will definitely produce a bigger bubble, and… a bigger bubble must be as beautiful as many little bubbles from lots of little leaves.
After doing the ‘calculations,’ he pumps himself up and hops closer to the tree, to see if he can take the leaf.
The plant is more of a real tree, now, having grown quite a bit in the past few months. It’s taller than when Mu Mu’er was picking leaves from it last time.
He can’t reach it, not even when he stands on tiptoes. He doesn’t want to give up just yet, and eyes the leaf longingly from the bottom of the tree. If only a big gust of wind would help carry it down for him.
There is naught but a gentle breeze, though. Not the slightest sign of the leaf falling down. Mu Mu’er, disappointed, continues glaring at it, not leaving.
When his eyes are all fixed on that big, round leaf, though, perhaps hoping his gaze would be enough to convince it to fall, his body suddenly goes light, and he finds himself in a broad and powerful hug.
He makes a meek yelp, and looks to find Bai Yao right behind him. The man is looking a little sombre but also amused, and it makes Mu Mu’er’s body relax by reflex.
Bai Yao has made sure to hold the boy on the waist tightly. Mu Mu’er only feels nothing but reassured and safe being lifted up high, rather than anxiety and panic.
The leaf on the top gets closer and closer, until Mu Mu’er is able to pluck it off with ease.
He holds it dearly, declaring, “Mu’er got it!”
Then he was let down gently, and Bai Yao does not retract his hand until the boy is firmly on the ground.
“Heh, shorty,” Bai Yao chuckles a little, and ruffles Mu Mu’er’s hair into a mess, before putting his hands back into his pockets and walking back inside.
Mu Mu’er didn’t get the response he wanted after his declaration, but received a caressing hand on the head instead. He’s confused again looking at Bai Yao’s silhouette.
Then he realises, that perhaps Bai Yao is not going to cheer up even with lots and lots of bubbles around. He looks at the leaf in his hand, and finally decides to leave it at the roots of the tree.
Before Bai Yao is back inside, Mu Mu’er reaches him, and subconsciously grabs the corner of his clothes, lightly pulling on it to stop him.
“Yaoyao, don’t, don’t go,” Mu Mu’er sounds distressed, “Mu’er will, think of more things…”
When Mu Mu’er panics, his words will tumble into each other. All he can do is firmly hold onto the clothes, to hold onto Bai Yao before he enters the house.
Bai Yao wonders what things Mu’er will think of. The boy speaks his mind, so sometimes, it ends up rather abrupt. He does not mind, and he looks at Mu Mu’er’s hand on his clothes, before putting his own hand on it, to hold his finger naturally in his own hand. He wants to see what he will come up with.
Mu Mu’er sees Bai Yao waiting for him, and hastily mumbles his way along, not producing anything coherent for a while but meaningless vocalisations.
The little guy is looking straight into Bai Yao’s eyes. Bai Yao has a deep gaze, with defined and handsome features. His lips appear quite thin when he does not smile
Mu Mu’er doesn’t know any fancy adjectives, but he knows Bai Yao looks handsome, very handsome, and also scary, but also gentle.
Like a great lion showing its belly for a rub.
An idea pops into the boy’s head, and immediately takes hold. Mu Mu’er, curious, and intrigued, immediately acts upon it – Bai Yao is quite tall, so Mu Mu’er, while looking up, hops a little in place on tiptoes. He does not connect, and makes a distressed ‘mmph.’ Then he wraps his hands around Bai Yao’s neck, and starts dragging it down.
Bai Yao obliges, and is about to ask what he is trying to do, when suddenly, the boy hops again – his lips hitting straight onto his own, brushing.
The little guy’s little tongue has made a little careful lick on his lower lip. Then their lips stick right onto one another.
Like a little animal’s lick to make its owner happy.
