Lust. Yes, that's exactly what all this is, but it's the first time Sizhui's felt such a sensation with someone he hardly knows, with someone he's supposed to be hunting. The lick over his palm has him swallowing thickly, his eyes darting from it to Itto's face and then back again, the tip of his tongue darting out to wet his lips. Mixed signals here, there's no denying that, and Sizhui's aware it could be a trick, yet he can't stop considering it.
If it's what he wants, huh? “I would want to get to know you better, to learn who you actually are, rather than listening to all these rumors.” Would Itto be truthful with him? Could he do the same in return without omitting details? (Always remember: Lan clan members aren't supposed to lie, either.) He breathes a slow, measured sigh, draws his hand in, reaches with the opposite one and drifts his fingertips over the spot where Itto had kissed his palm, attention lifting while he's moving upright.
For a brief second, their eyes meet, he holds Itto's gaze for as long as he's allowed before the oni turns away, leaving him intently watching his retreating backside. ‘I'll not hold you prisoner here,’ he says. This means Sizhui could get up, regather himself then walk straight out the door he came through, head back into town and consider a new plan of how to go about handling this situation. Instead, he's thinking of the small spark he'd seen, the slight hope that he would choose otherwise, and he lets it seal his fate: he'll stay because maybe it isn't helping in the same sense, but it's helping someone, a possible individual who needs it more.
Sizhui briskly shakes his head, braces himself on his elbows, rolls up onto his palms and pushes himself forward and upright all in one go, making a beeline toward the room he'd seen Itto disappear into.
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If it's what he wants, huh? “I would want to get to know you better, to learn who you actually are, rather than listening to all these rumors.” Would Itto be truthful with him? Could he do the same in return without omitting details? (Always remember: Lan clan members aren't supposed to lie, either.) He breathes a slow, measured sigh, draws his hand in, reaches with the opposite one and drifts his fingertips over the spot where Itto had kissed his palm, attention lifting while he's moving upright.
For a brief second, their eyes meet, he holds Itto's gaze for as long as he's allowed before the oni turns away, leaving him intently watching his retreating backside. ‘I'll not hold you prisoner here,’ he says. This means Sizhui could get up, regather himself then walk straight out the door he came through, head back into town and consider a new plan of how to go about handling this situation. Instead, he's thinking of the small spark he'd seen, the slight hope that he would choose otherwise, and he lets it seal his fate: he'll stay because maybe it isn't helping in the same sense, but it's helping someone, a possible individual who needs it more.
Sizhui briskly shakes his head, braces himself on his elbows, rolls up onto his palms and pushes himself forward and upright all in one go, making a beeline toward the room he'd seen Itto disappear into.