( and there it is. there's the dare. and wei wuxian, showoff that he is, spins the can between his fingers like he would his flute with a decent amount of success.
then he lifts the can above his head, presses the nozzle, and sprays liberally down into his own waiting mouth.
it takes a very long second for wei ying to process what he's tasting. the expressions play out quite beautifully on his face, from 'oh, this isn't bad' to 'wait, now i actually taste it' - and then he's pressing his lips together, solemnly setting the can on the counter, and sinking down slowly to lie on the floor.
from on the floor he whines, ) I think I'm dying. I never want to taste again.
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then he lifts the can above his head, presses the nozzle, and sprays liberally down into his own waiting mouth.
it takes a very long second for wei ying to process what he's tasting. the expressions play out quite beautifully on his face, from 'oh, this isn't bad' to 'wait, now i actually taste it' - and then he's pressing his lips together, solemnly setting the can on the counter, and sinking down slowly to lie on the floor.
from on the floor he whines, ) I think I'm dying. I never want to taste again.