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"Okay, Wanyin," Huaisang purrs, smiling. "There's not much here I can't just leave here and pick up in the morning. I'm the first to arrive and the last to leave here at the studio, usually."

Though most people who knew him as a slacker in school would never believe Nie Huaisang could have that strong of a work ethic when it suited him. But there's a difference when he's doing work that he's passionate about and genuinely loves. He's taking his camera, though, so he puts it carefully in its bag and slings its strap over his head to rest over his shoulder so he won't lose it in transit.

Then he hooks his fingers in Wanyin's belt loops to pull him a little closer, standing on his tiptoes to kiss him fully on the lips. The one a short while ago had been brief so this one lingers a bit before he pulls away.

"So where's your bike?"