[ the point... the point was that Jin Ling figured he could weather the headache and the pain of the hangover because he wanted to prove something. something he doesn't even need to prove, in the long run.
Sizhui looks tired, and who wouldn't be, traveling that far in such little time. Jin Ling's eyes widens at the bow, that's... wrong, coming from Sizhui, though he knows its customary. they're not in an official setting now, though, just the two of them in Jin Ling's... private quarters. he stuffs that thought to the side for his own bow in return before he can remember himself and then he frowns, moving around the table to stand in front of Sizhui, hands hovering awkwardly at his sides for a moment before he hesitantly moves to push Sizhui's arms up. ]
Sizhui— Stop. Don't do that. Bowing.
[ he sighs a little, feeling the itch in his bones after having sat down all day. his desk is still covered in papers, the pile not feeling much smaller than it was a couple of hours ago. ]
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Sizhui looks tired, and who wouldn't be, traveling that far in such little time. Jin Ling's eyes widens at the bow, that's... wrong, coming from Sizhui, though he knows its customary. they're not in an official setting now, though, just the two of them in Jin Ling's... private quarters. he stuffs that thought to the side for his own bow in return before he can remember himself and then he frowns, moving around the table to stand in front of Sizhui, hands hovering awkwardly at his sides for a moment before he hesitantly moves to push Sizhui's arms up. ]
Sizhui— Stop. Don't do that. Bowing.
[ he sighs a little, feeling the itch in his bones after having sat down all day. his desk is still covered in papers, the pile not feeling much smaller than it was a couple of hours ago. ]