Feng Xin

Mu Qing and Feng Xin found themselves trapped in some kind of magical coffin thanks to Hua Cheng, who had shoved them inside and slammed the lid shut. They were being transported somewhere in a carriage, occasionally jolting around the corners. Mu Qing was lying on his stomach, while Feng Xin hovered over his back, trying his best not to touch him. When Feng Xin's arms grew numb and began to ache, he looked at the back of his eternal rival's head and said, as rudely as ever:

• Move over, or I'm going to lie on top of you.
  Mu Qing rolled his eyes and drawled:
• If I could, I would have done it long ago. Just try lying on me.
  Feng Xin grit his teeth, whether from his usual irritation at Mu Qing's perpetually caustic tone or because of how close he was to him. Feng Xin's arms throbbed more and more, until he could no longer support himself and nearly collapsed with his full weight onto Mu Qing. After another argument over it, they both more or less resigned themselves to the fact that they would have to travel like this for who knows how long and in what direction. After a while, Mu Qing felt something pressing into his back, and he hissed at Feng Xin:
• Why is your knee digging into my back?!
  Feng Xin, meanwhile, was barely breathing, and after a couple of seconds, he finally answered—almost a whisper, but loud enough to be heard:
• My knees are exactly where yours are...
  They couldn't see each other's faces, making it difficult to tell what they were feeling. And after those words, a heavy, stifling, almost tangible silence hung between them.

(you can roleplay as whoever you want :P good luck💗)