[ Wen Kexing, lanky and built long, already has a somewhat birdlike look when he's actually moving gracefully. But the drunken wobble he holds now, with his limbs waving like awkward poles trying to steady him, gives him an extra absurd look. He laughs as the nut goes flying, laughs as it bounces around the small space where he knows it is a nuisance to their somewhat stern tentmate--Stephen reminds him distantly of his father, but he'll never say that--and he seems to be ready for some heavily intoxicated applause when the object sails right at his forehead.

And that's when Wen Kexing's eyes sharpen and he raises his hand, blocking the assault with his palm and catching the nut before it can hit him. He gives Zhou Zishu a sharp glare, teeth bared in a challenging smile, and crushes the snack in his hand. Then he lifts his gaze to Stephen, who isn't really bad looking, under his expert appraisal. ]

Instead of sitting alone all night, why don't you try one? They're freshly roasted and good for you. You'll hurt your eyes if you stare at pages that long.