[it's odd, standing there with his palm upturned, offering the jin sect leader candy of all things, but it's not a bad sensation, just... different in a way he can't explain. sort of like the heat spreading throughout his own midsection he's trying so desperately to ignore, especially when they're standing this close.]
I'm alright. Could we maybe sit down, though? And no, I didn't just come to give you the candy. [sizhui came because he was worried, wanted to see for himself what sort of condition his friend was in.
(don't worry, jin ling, you're doing great, sweetie!) he takes the reprimanding in stride nonetheless, raises his hand to gesture toward the bed, second-guesses, almost motions to the desk instead, comes up short then as well—
so, lan yuan squeezes his eyes shut, wrinkles his nose then reopens them and directs back to jin ling, hoping he'll make the decision for them. wherever feels more appropriate will do fine.]
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I'm alright. Could we maybe sit down, though? And no, I didn't just come to give you the candy. [sizhui came because he was worried, wanted to see for himself what sort of condition his friend was in.
(don't worry, jin ling, you're doing great, sweetie!) he takes the reprimanding in stride nonetheless, raises his hand to gesture toward the bed, second-guesses, almost motions to the desk instead, comes up short then as well—
so, lan yuan squeezes his eyes shut, wrinkles his nose then reopens them and directs back to jin ling, hoping he'll make the decision for them. wherever feels more appropriate will do fine.]