Albeit with some obviously lingering nervousness, Sizhui stretches his hand up further, splays his fingers across the feathers, drifts them all the way down to where the appendage conjoins with Zhuque's shoulderblade. The warmth is startling compared to his own cooler temperature, so much so that it's almost instinctive to pull away, but he holds steady, withdrawing before he gets too adventurous and actually touches the man's skin.
Speaking of, after noting his lack of a shirt, he wonders offhandedly if that's a reason he's not wearing one. Something that niggles at the back of his mind even when Zhuque redirects to Jingyi again. Although he's still concerned and also outrightly troubled by this predicament, his friend's sentiment is nice, despite his confusion.
“Lonely?” Wait, could stand the company? Like a lightbulb suddenly coming on, it clicks, and Sizhui's head whips in Jingyi's direction. To be frank, that's all it takes for Jingyi to further spill his guts, to start babbling on about how his friend hadn't seemed like himself ever since his parents left a week ago.
Together, as it were.
Which isn't exactly something he wants to discuss at this moment, so. “Give me your cloak.” Jingyi hesitates a moment then, ‘What?’ and the shorter male sighs, asks again a bit more insistently. “Your cloak. Now, please.” And once it dawns on him, there's a soft oh! before Jingyi hands over the item in question, then Sizhui sheepishly holds it up. “Here, you should put this on before we go.” It won't fit in a proper sense, but it will cover most of him long enough for them to sneak through the back mountain and to his room.
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Speaking of, after noting his lack of a shirt, he wonders offhandedly if that's a reason he's not wearing one. Something that niggles at the back of his mind even when Zhuque redirects to Jingyi again. Although he's still concerned and also outrightly troubled by this predicament, his friend's sentiment is nice, despite his confusion.
“Lonely?” Wait, could stand the company? Like a lightbulb suddenly coming on, it clicks, and Sizhui's head whips in Jingyi's direction. To be frank, that's all it takes for Jingyi to further spill his guts, to start babbling on about how his friend hadn't seemed like himself ever since his parents left a week ago.
Together, as it were.
Which isn't exactly something he wants to discuss at this moment, so. “Give me your cloak.” Jingyi hesitates a moment then, ‘What?’ and the shorter male sighs, asks again a bit more insistently. “Your cloak. Now, please.” And once it dawns on him, there's a soft oh! before Jingyi hands over the item in question, then Sizhui sheepishly holds it up. “Here, you should put this on before we go.” It won't fit in a proper sense, but it will cover most of him long enough for them to sneak through the back mountain and to his room.