[this is only a small taste of what he can do, too.
however, until he fully knows the man's intentions, it's a little parlor trick that's safe enough to show off without garnering too many questions. for the most part, his newly acquired company seems unfazed at the moment, but sizhui's expression doesn't waver, nor does he let it embolden him any further. (yet, that is.)
those dark eyes follow each and every flourish, right down to where he clasps his hands together, a motion that makes sizhui ever-so-slightly smile wider in kind; it's interesting, he thinks, meeting someone else who has such energy while somehow coming off so effortlessly smooth, and he's instantly intrigued by what the night holds for them. toward the remark, he huffs a soft, airy laugh, shakes his head then playfully answers,] A ‘poor soul’, hm? Surely that's an embellishment.
[and still, he straightens his posture, tucks both arms behind his back then:] My name is Sizhui. [short, simple, and straight to the point, even if it'll be followed with his own kittenish inquiry.] Will you give me yours in return, young master?
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however, until he fully knows the man's intentions, it's a little parlor trick that's safe enough to show off without garnering too many questions. for the most part, his newly acquired company seems unfazed at the moment, but sizhui's expression doesn't waver, nor does he let it embolden him any further. (yet, that is.)
those dark eyes follow each and every flourish, right down to where he clasps his hands together, a motion that makes sizhui ever-so-slightly smile wider in kind; it's interesting, he thinks, meeting someone else who has such energy while somehow coming off so effortlessly smooth, and he's instantly intrigued by what the night holds for them. toward the remark, he huffs a soft, airy laugh, shakes his head then playfully answers,] A ‘poor soul’, hm? Surely that's an embellishment.
[and still, he straightens his posture, tucks both arms behind his back then:] My name is Sizhui. [short, simple, and straight to the point, even if it'll be followed with his own kittenish inquiry.] Will you give me yours in return, young master?
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