If it had been Jingyi's intention to find someone who would keep him company in a particular sense, perhaps this might not have the best result. Still, whenever Zhuque's hand turns and interlocks with his own, Sizhui gingerly squeezes his fingers, the little gesture causing his heart to pitter-patter faster than he ever would've thought possible. Unbeknownst to him, Zhuque may not feel human emotions, but the younger male most certainly does and this moment isn't any different.
“Hm?” He hesitates momentarily at the comment, glances over his shoulder, eyebrows raised with confusion.
Releasing Zhuque's hand is disappointing, but Sizhui's loath to hold someone against their will. (Funny, considering...) His brow knits after the man reaches up, the faintest wince creasing his features when he removes one of the pretty feathers, though his eyes reopen just in time to see it transform.
Oh. Well, that might be easier, it's true.
He accepts it, nodding slowly, knowing full-well there's nobody who would harm him in such a way, yet feeling somewhat more at ease with this plan. The token gets tucked away into the confines of his robes, he reaches with the newly freed hand to pick up Jingyi's cloak and tosses it around his shoulders before continuing onward.
Their remaining trek back is rather quiet, with Sizhui clutching the charm against his chest the whole way and Jingyi watching him closely. At the point where they split off, his friend gives a soft apology, to which he smiles, shakes his head and loops an arm around the other disciple in an appreciative hug. “It's okay,” he reassures, “the birthday gift is wonderful, even if it didn't exactly go according to plan.” They share a laugh and, with Sizhui's blessing, go their separate ways once they've reached his bedroom where he wastes no time dipping inside.
Now perched on the edge of his bed, he carefully twists the medallion between his hands, thumbing over the bird charm, his heartbeat thumping at an uncontrollable rate. “How do I summon you once it is safe?” he asks, sighing quietly while drawing the item to his chest again.
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“Hm?” He hesitates momentarily at the comment, glances over his shoulder, eyebrows raised with confusion.
Releasing Zhuque's hand is disappointing, but Sizhui's loath to hold someone against their will. (Funny, considering...) His brow knits after the man reaches up, the faintest wince creasing his features when he removes one of the pretty feathers, though his eyes reopen just in time to see it transform.
Oh. Well, that might be easier, it's true.
He accepts it, nodding slowly, knowing full-well there's nobody who would harm him in such a way, yet feeling somewhat more at ease with this plan. The token gets tucked away into the confines of his robes, he reaches with the newly freed hand to pick up Jingyi's cloak and tosses it around his shoulders before continuing onward.
Their remaining trek back is rather quiet, with Sizhui clutching the charm against his chest the whole way and Jingyi watching him closely. At the point where they split off, his friend gives a soft apology, to which he smiles, shakes his head and loops an arm around the other disciple in an appreciative hug. “It's okay,” he reassures, “the birthday gift is wonderful, even if it didn't exactly go according to plan.” They share a laugh and, with Sizhui's blessing, go their separate ways once they've reached his bedroom where he wastes no time dipping inside.
Now perched on the edge of his bed, he carefully twists the medallion between his hands, thumbing over the bird charm, his heartbeat thumping at an uncontrollable rate. “How do I summon you once it is safe?” he asks, sighing quietly while drawing the item to his chest again.