[knowing jason's watching him fidget doesn't lessen the embarrassment any, though it's not making anything worse and to be fair, it was an excuse to eventually look back up at him again. also, in his opinion, sizhui thinks there might be a few colors here or there that aren't quite as fitting as others. (green is mostly what he'd thought, even if he's wrong in the long run.)
eventually, after he learns who dick grayson is, he'll be flattered by such a compliment; sizhui's always graceful and poised, he's never tried being something he isn't, but the alcohol lowering his inhibition feels good in an almost unexplainable way. at some point, he'll realize it's because he's genuinely enjoying himself while drunk. who would've thought alcohol could be fun?] I'm not! I have seen mirrors, but I also have eyes, Jason. [he giggles once more, somehow feeling more emboldened than before.
had jason reacted poorly to being touched, he would've withdrawn right away, apologized, done whatever necessary to correct his mistake and make certain it wouldn't ever happen again. a relationship is the last thing he needs too if they're being truthful, cultivators-in-training already have so much they ought to be focusing on, there shouldn't be other distractions, and yet he found himself wondering what might happen between them during jason's unexpected visit since day one. yes, maybe the other boy's displaced, maybe he is far, far away from his home and they need to find a solution for him getting back— but what if jason stayed? don't be selfish, he can't.
and perhaps it's silly to think jason might like him enough to reciprocate his affections, he doesn't feel any hesitation about it, particularly when he's noticed jason's returned the attraction after he as well had assumed it was just for show, that they were teasing each other. the realization of jason checking out his mouth of all things makes him blush hotly, has him considering looking elsewhere before he gets caught a second time, except then there's a hand against his neck, holding him in place while jason lessens the distance between them. slowly but surely, they get closer, his breath catches, their lips touch in the softest kiss he could've imagined, effectively stealing the remaining air from his lungs despite being such a simple little gesture.] Yes, exactly. [he won't let them stay apart for long, however, simply thumbs over the line of jason's jaw then hooks the hand around his nape to pull him back into a deeper, full-on kiss.]
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eventually, after he learns who dick grayson is, he'll be flattered by such a compliment; sizhui's always graceful and poised, he's never tried being something he isn't, but the alcohol lowering his inhibition feels good in an almost unexplainable way. at some point, he'll realize it's because he's genuinely enjoying himself while drunk. who would've thought alcohol could be fun?] I'm not! I have seen mirrors, but I also have eyes, Jason. [he giggles once more, somehow feeling more emboldened than before.
had jason reacted poorly to being touched, he would've withdrawn right away, apologized, done whatever necessary to correct his mistake and make certain it wouldn't ever happen again. a relationship is the last thing he needs too if they're being truthful, cultivators-in-training already have so much they ought to be focusing on, there shouldn't be other distractions, and yet he found himself wondering what might happen between them during jason's unexpected visit since day one. yes, maybe the other boy's displaced, maybe he is far, far away from his home and they need to find a solution for him getting back— but what if jason stayed? don't be selfish, he can't.
and perhaps it's silly to think jason might like him enough to reciprocate his affections, he doesn't feel any hesitation about it, particularly when he's noticed jason's returned the attraction after he as well had assumed it was just for show, that they were teasing each other. the realization of jason checking out his mouth of all things makes him blush hotly, has him considering looking elsewhere before he gets caught a second time, except then there's a hand against his neck, holding him in place while jason lessens the distance between them. slowly but surely, they get closer, his breath catches, their lips touch in the softest kiss he could've imagined, effectively stealing the remaining air from his lungs despite being such a simple little gesture.] Yes, exactly. [he won't let them stay apart for long, however, simply thumbs over the line of jason's jaw then hooks the hand around his nape to pull him back into a deeper, full-on kiss.]