As much as he'd love to look at Jin Ling's face, Sizhui cannot, lest he risks seeing him grin like that and ends up turning even redder. Instead, he's focused on the lanterns before them, glancing over the designs, trying to decide which one might suit them best.
“Hahhh,” he sighs, even though there's no real heat behind the complaint and he's smiling. His free hand does reach up to touch the pinkened ear on that same side, feeling its warmth, which makes him both flush harder and smile somewhat wider as he slides his hand down Jin Ling's forearm, drifts his fingertips against the inside of his wrist then pushes them up against his palm and fans their fingers out so he can lace them together. Two can play at that game, after all. “Do you see any you like in particular?”
All of Jin Ling's higher brain functions stop when Sizhui laces his hand
along with his own. Jin Ling clears his throat and looks at the array of
lanterns and blatantly ignores the vendor who's known him since he was a
child. He pretends to look over more lanterns.
Sizhui, however, spares a glance up toward the vendor, his lips faintly quirked at the corners, then he downturns again and hums contemplatively while still considering. At this rate, they'll never pick, so it seems Sizhui'll have to take matters into his own hands (or hand, rather, since he's holding onto Jin Ling's—)
His gaze falls onto a particular one; pale white in color, decorated with golden butterflies and a big purple lotus. He reaches out, gently lifts it from its spot to hold before them, then remarks with another full-on grin, “I like this one.”
"Of course you would pick that one. You were playing with children's toys
even when we were teenagers," Jin Ling scoffs, falling back on being
haughty as he had been in their youth.
Nevertheless, he sets down the payment for the lantern and then some as he
knows this vendor has relatives that struggled in the outskirts of Lanling.
“Of course,” he repeats emphatically, the tone of his voice bordering on teasing. “Are you saying you remember that day? It seems like so long ago...” Sizhui sighs softly, either genuinely unfazed by Jin Ling's patronizing or ignoring it altogether, too distracted by momentarily recalling that time in Tanzhou himself.
He's abruptly drawn from his thoughts, attention downcasting to where Jin Ling has already paid for the lantern he's holding, his eyebrows lifted with interest. Seems as if his friend isn't too bothered by him playing with children's toys after all, huh? A faint smile curves his mouth at the edges, though he's quick to stifle it, clearing his throat and briefly extricating his hand from Jin Ling's to gesture, “And that umbrella, please?” Then he passes the lantern to Jin Ling for a moment, this way he can dig up his own purse to collect money for that as well, commenting offhandedly, “I still have those butterflies.”
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“Hahhh,” he sighs, even though there's no real heat behind the complaint and he's smiling. His free hand does reach up to touch the pinkened ear on that same side, feeling its warmth, which makes him both flush harder and smile somewhat wider as he slides his hand down Jin Ling's forearm, drifts his fingertips against the inside of his wrist then pushes them up against his palm and fans their fingers out so he can lace them together. Two can play at that game, after all. “Do you see any you like in particular?”
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All of Jin Ling's higher brain functions stop when Sizhui laces his hand along with his own. Jin Ling clears his throat and looks at the array of lanterns and blatantly ignores the vendor who's known him since he was a child. He pretends to look over more lanterns.
"What sort of lantern would you even want?"
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His gaze falls onto a particular one; pale white in color, decorated with golden butterflies and a big purple lotus. He reaches out, gently lifts it from its spot to hold before them, then remarks with another full-on grin, “I like this one.”
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"Of course you would pick that one. You were playing with children's toys even when we were teenagers," Jin Ling scoffs, falling back on being haughty as he had been in their youth.
Nevertheless, he sets down the payment for the lantern and then some as he knows this vendor has relatives that struggled in the outskirts of Lanling.
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He's abruptly drawn from his thoughts, attention downcasting to where Jin Ling has already paid for the lantern he's holding, his eyebrows lifted with interest. Seems as if his friend isn't too bothered by him playing with children's toys after all, huh? A faint smile curves his mouth at the edges, though he's quick to stifle it, clearing his throat and briefly extricating his hand from Jin Ling's to gesture, “And that umbrella, please?” Then he passes the lantern to Jin Ling for a moment, this way he can dig up his own purse to collect money for that as well, commenting offhandedly, “I still have those butterflies.”