[if they're being honest, sizhui thinks they should have more celebrations, too. he likes when everybody can get together and sort of cut loose without worries or cares, even for only a little while. maybe that's what makes it so special, though? the fact it isn't something that happens all the time and they should cherish these moments. just like how he'll adore jason's comment for days, weeks, months, and maybe years to come.

he inclines his head at the remark, downcasts his gaze to his lap where he's gently wringing his hands.] You... you like them? They certainly suit you better than white. [how surprised would his friend be to learn black and red are the most common colors from his actual clan? which isn't to say lan clan isn't his, he's as much that as he is wen, but explaining there's technically two parts to him seems difficult in an almost unnecessary way. (jay already knows him as he is and, admittedly, there's the lingering fear he won't like him anymore once he learns—) “what are you looking at?” ah, he's staring again, isn't he?]

I'm— [sizhui shyly shrinks down again, raising his shoulders to his ears, hoping it'll cover the flush; it's not embarrassing that he was staring, it's embarrassing he was caught.] No, [he answers through a hushed laugh,] you don't have anything on your face. You're as handsome as ever.

[although he does make some show of it anyway, lifting his attention back up, raising his right hand to gently take hold of jason's chin and turn it one way then the other. guess he has a hand there holding them closer now, but details aside, what's really on his mind is something far less harmless (and somewhat more ironic in a sense).] I find myself having the sudden urge to do something, yet I'm also afraid of going too far and overstepping.