[ he shuffles his papers around without actually looking at them. god damn it Jin Ling, what's wrong with you? it's just Sizhui, there's no reason to be nervous around him. it's your best friend, remember?
maybe the headache is really just messing with him, this anxiousness really only the nausea he's left with since last night, surely that's it, and he tries to swallow the way his heart is trying to climb into his throat because it's definitely not comfortable.
it takes a few more moments before he's effectively made a bigger mess of his table and he just abandons that in favour of glancing up at his companion, in time to meet his eyes. his cheeks flush without his consent because who allowed Sizhui to look like that, picture perfect and cute even when he's tired and wow okay. no.
screech and halt, wow. stop, brain. he purses his lips and quickly looks down, reaches up to brush the flush of his cheeks but instead leans his forehead against his fingers. ]
No, it's... [ what? why did he bring up Jingyi anyway, just to fill the silence? ] Thank you, Sizhui.
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maybe the headache is really just messing with him, this anxiousness really only the nausea he's left with since last night, surely that's it, and he tries to swallow the way his heart is trying to climb into his throat because it's definitely not comfortable.
it takes a few more moments before he's effectively made a bigger mess of his table and he just abandons that in favour of glancing up at his companion, in time to meet his eyes. his cheeks flush without his consent because who allowed Sizhui to look like that, picture perfect and cute even when he's tired and wow okay. no.
screech and halt, wow. stop, brain. he purses his lips and quickly looks down, reaches up to brush the flush of his cheeks but instead leans his forehead against his fingers. ]
No, it's... [ what? why did he bring up Jingyi anyway, just to fill the silence? ] Thank you, Sizhui.