[one has to make mistakes to learn from them, is an oddly appropriate thing in that sense. nevertheless, lan sizhui understands, given some of his own more reserved, taciturn affection. what he received, he still took and made his own; he's politely affectionate with his friends, yet hasn't considered or had the courage to act on anything else.
until jin ling, that is, and lying here in his private quarters – in his bed (because yes, it's still on his mind!) – he's starting to wonder how long he'll continue keeping quiet tonight.
it is kind of dumb when he thinks: if sizhui wanted to, he could very well retire to his room for sleep at whatever time after dinner and surely no one would question it. the problem with that is there's usually so much else to do, he doesn't have time to waste on sleeping early whenever he could practice guqin, read or visit the rabbits and lil apple in the back mountain! or worry his best friend far more than he ever should by fibbing his way through a little (harmless) white lie.]
It's okay, I just. Moved too quickly earlier in the day and twisted something.
[goodness, he's playing it up well, pushing his fingertips into his sternum and even lifting his other hand to dismissively wave. do you know what else pain is a good excuse for, though? getting someone to move closer.] Probably a contusion of some sort.
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until jin ling, that is, and lying here in his private quarters – in his bed (because yes, it's still on his mind!) – he's starting to wonder how long he'll continue keeping quiet tonight.
it is kind of dumb when he thinks: if sizhui wanted to, he could very well retire to his room for sleep at whatever time after dinner and surely no one would question it. the problem with that is there's usually so much else to do, he doesn't have time to waste on sleeping early whenever he could practice guqin, read or visit the rabbits and lil apple in the back mountain! or worry his best friend far more than he ever should by fibbing his way through a little (harmless) white lie.]
It's okay, I just. Moved too quickly earlier in the day and twisted something.
[goodness, he's playing it up well, pushing his fingertips into his sternum and even lifting his other hand to dismissively wave. do you know what else pain is a good excuse for, though? getting someone to move closer.] Probably a contusion of some sort.