🕯️ ⇢ on a scale from 1 to 10, how much do you enjoy editing? why is that?
Probably 8? I like reading over what I’ve written because almost always I’m pleasantly surprised with what I’ve done haha
🛼 ⇢ describe your latest wip with five emojis
Jokes on you I have two WIP so you get two sets!
❄️ ⇢ what's your dream theme/plot for a fic, and who would write it best?
I…don’t really have one dream theme. I’d like to finish some of my WIPs I guess? 😂 I have had a soulmate AU in mind for a long time that has never seen words on paper, so maybe that
🪲 ⇢ add 50 words to your current wip and share the paragraph here
Prepare yourself for THE DIALOGUE (it didn’t make any sense without including the full scene >.>)
“That works for me,” Zhang Yi said. “But does it work with everyone else’s schedules?”
“Huh?” Yuelan two eyebrows crinkled together like an instant ramen wrapper.
“You know, Vinh and Khai. You’ve asked them already, right?”
“Asked us what?” Vinh bounded up and jumped, twisting midair into a clean axel before hopping backwards to land neatly on the bench beside Zhang Yi.
“Showoff,” Yuelan scoffed. Louder, she continued, “I was talking to Yi about a Lunar New Year get together.”
“Yeah, can you come?” Yi asked. “Saturday at 2pm.”
“If you’re asking, I’ll be there,” Vinh batted his lashes coquettishly.
“Don’t do that, you look like you’ve got something in your eye.” Khai propped one hip against the barrier, having just stepped into the rink. “I can do Saturday.”
“I wasn’t asking either of you—grahh!” Yuelan shoved herself onto the bench on Zhang Yi’s other side and draped herself onto their body.
“Ah, I didn’t mean to—I’m sorry for messing things up!”
“No it’s okay,” Yuelan sighed. “They probably would have shown up anyhow.”
“Damn right,” Khai muttered.
