In Love's name and for Love's sake, I assert that I will employ the Art which is its gift in Love's service alone, rejecting all other usages.
I will spread joy and ease pain. I will fight to preserve what loves and rejoices well in its own way, and I will change no object or creature unless its joy and love, or that of the system of which it is part, are threatened.
To these ends, in the practice of my Art, I will put aside despair for hope, and hatred for love, when it is right to do so-- Until Universe's end.
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"All right. Sephora."
Where Wen Ning can get sparkly things and eyeshadow and lipstick and foundation and eyeliner and
Nor Huaisang has a point. Makeup is very good and while he would not want to wear it all the time-- it has a pretty good affect.
Wen Ning has a new entire wardrobe now. Nie Huaisang is a very efficient shopper.
It's kind of frightening.
But also there's no way he could have successfully bought any of this without someone telling him his taste is okay.
"I appreciate your help... And also the compliment?" At least the shapeshifting wasn't noticed this time?
"I don't just suck anyone's dick in p-- Well, okay, that's a goddamn lie, I'd probably suck off anyone who asked me so nicely just to encourage the behavior."
"I'd also probably try to sleep in their bed, I'm currently staying on some guy's couch and there are cockroaches. But the point is. You're hot."
"A big improvement. So what do you do other than not look at Tiktok, not jerk off to porn, and not buy nice clothes?"
"I, uh-- I am working on fixing the problem where I basically did not do anything for fun."
"I've never really lived in one place long enough to get a therapist but I bet it helps."
"That would help too." Acquiring therapists from sketchy Indian pharmacies would probably be kidnapping.
A few hours later, Wen Ning is in bed with Nie Huaisang, learning that enthusiasm doesn't totally replace experience when it comes to kissing.