open rp post;

[silkensupra]

+ Open post for Alex Jiang, puppy of the dream pack 
+ M/M for romance and smut and such hijinks
+ Ship him with basically any trc boy tbqh
+ Kavinsky and Skov and Ronan are favorites, though
+ Headcanons TBA
+ safeaslife#0150 for questions or plotting

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it's not *just* for skov but he sure is part of it :>

[silkensupra]

[Jiang looks up immediately at the sound of Skov's voice. He's tuned to all of the Dream Pack, of course, but Skov more than most of the others. He'd been his first kiss. And a few more since then, too. They weren't dating, but Skov would let him cuddle up into his side during movie nights. The first time it had been because of one of his stupid horror movies, when he'd buried his face into his shoulder during one of the jumpscares, much to the other boy's amusement. But he hadn't complained when he nuzzled up to him the following week, either.

So it felt like.. something. This nebulous space that could be something, but that wasn't just yet.

Jiang wanted it to be more, he capital-L Liked Skov. And normally, he was sort of no-nonsense about these things, tended to say the things that the other boys would leave humming in the background. But this was different. Because he didn't want to push the other boy- he didn't want to fuck this up by asking for too much too fast. So instead he was trying to take it at his pace and hoping that Skov wanted it too. That they could get there.

So he grins, clearly pleased when he sees Skov, but then his brows knit together with an edge of concern and he holds a hand out to Skov, a soft sort of invitation. He was suddenly glad that he'd decided to put a first aid kit in the trunk of his car. It had occurred to him one night that it would just take one bad fight, one mistake for something bad to happen. He's glad that this looks to just be cuts and bruises, the sort of thing that Skov seems to enjoy more than anything.]

Hey-- c'mere? Will you let me check you out while you tell me what I missed?

[It's companionable more than judgmental, because as much as he worries about the other boys, he knew what sort of people they were when he decided he wanted to be on their side. But he catches himself a moment too late and flushes with a laugh, running a hand through his black hair at the way he trips on his words.]

You know. Make sure you're okay. I might check you out too, though.

[obedientdog]

[Skov headed over easily, stopping when he was close enough that he could've bumped shoulders with Jiang. For a moment, he'd actually managed to forget that he was all busted up. Until Jiang had asked if he could check him out.

He grinned, which didn't do much for his split lip, if he was being honest.]

Yeah, you can do both. I don't mind.

[It was light flirting, but flirting all the same. Skov couldn't help himself; Jiang was gorgeous and he genuinely cared and- Skov thought it was sweet that he cared. And hot.]

I think I'm okay, but...

[He shrugged. Skov was a notoriously bad judge on if he was what other people considered 'okay' after a fight. And- oh right, Jiang'd asked him to fill him in on what'd happened.]

It was just some Aglionby asshole.

[silkensupra]

Some dick mouthing off again?

[He hopped off the hood, popping the trunk so he could grab the first aid kit. He understood why he got into fights. Because Kavinsky and his cluster of boys might be popular, but they weren't necessarily well-liked. Sometimes it was jealousy, sometimes that they were a bunch of boys with foreign last names- except for Swan- and sometimes it was just that highschoolers were assholes and alcohol didn't make that inclination any better.

He does pause first, so he can look Skov over in a way that's much more about checking him out. He reaches out, letting his fingers touch against one of his shoulders -- careful, like he isn't sure if there are bruises under his shirt. His other hand cups the side of his face, his thumb a slight caress against his split lip and he hums thoughtfully.]

Luckily, I think you'll keep your good looks.

[He wants to kiss him, but he doesn't want to make his split-lip any worse. But he likes him like this, too: bruised, but not broken, indignant over the slights that people hurled at those he cared for, willing to hurt for it and smile afterwards. He's captivated for a moment, just looking at the other boy- he'd been his first kiss, and Jiang wanted to keep kissing him.]

[obedientdog]

Yeah. You'd think they'd learn not to but-

[But they never did. And anyway, if they learned, his life would get a whole lot more boring. What would he do with himself if he wasn't getting into stupid fights?

He followed Jiang like a puppy, going still when he reached out and touched him. His heart fluttered and it took all of his self-control not to tip his face into Jiang's hand and nuzzle him. Only his closest friends got Skov-as-a-puppy. Everyone else got Skov-as-a-guard-dog. He wanted to give Jiang something else, a different facet of himself, but he wasn't sure how that would go. So instead, he just watched Jiang sweetly.]

Thanks, doc. You know, sometimes I don't know what I'd do without you.

[It might not have been traditional flirting but he didn't know how else to say how much Jiang meant to him without spilling all the beans.]