Da Qing echoes his growl, though in his case it rumbles through his chest where he's pressed against Zhao Yunlan. "Join the club." It's one of the reasons he's been bouncing back and forth for so long, even though he graduated the first time ages ago... it doesn't feel like there's ever really any escape.

"She doesn't seem very forking flexible," he mutters. "But I bet if I could get at her to scratch her face up good I could change her mind." He has dreams about that sometimes.