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[Huaisang had been lightly dozing in bed, peaceful in a way that he's still trying to get used to when he gets the incoming message. He's used the communicator on his bracelet so rarely that he forgets it even has that function half the time so the beeping startles him fully awake. He's quick to answer the call, to silence the noise before it awakens the slumbering companion cuddled up to him, arms latched around him with a vice grip. Not that Huaisang minds it in the least.

The feed opens to show a downward angle of a rather flustered and disheveled looking Huaisang with a head of fluffy dark hair tucked up underneath his chin.

It takes him a moment to absorb all the information in the hickies and process the other man's panicked words. His gaze sharpens when pieces it all together pretty quickly.]

...Zewu-jun gave you his forehead ribbon when you had sex with him?

[His tone's calm and measured.]