{ even if it isn't intended, he will let his gaze flicker over to her at the touch, it's only brief before he looks away again, a nod following shortly after. }
That's good.
{ but his responses are much more stilted than they would usually be. a sign of his mental state, the mental exhaustion he's been fighting. }
Inside a teapot?
{ it's a murmur when he speaks, and the surprise is enough to lift his expression again, looking towards her then to her hand. }
Oh... { and he has to shuffle his belongings, hooking the canvas under his arm so that he can take her hand. } Very well. Will you let me know when I can open them?
{ the idea of standing there with his eyes shut is unnerving, because his eyes shut means darkness and he doesn't have the scent or warmth of ayaka or thoma to pull him back if his mind drifts. guizhong will feel that hand on hers tighten as his eyes close. he definitely looks uncomfortable. }
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That's good.
{ but his responses are much more stilted than they would usually be. a sign of his mental state, the mental exhaustion he's been fighting. }
Inside a teapot?
{ it's a murmur when he speaks, and the surprise is enough to lift his expression again, looking towards her then to her hand. }
Oh... { and he has to shuffle his belongings, hooking the canvas under his arm so that he can take her hand. } Very well. Will you let me know when I can open them?
{ the idea of standing there with his eyes shut is unnerving, because his eyes shut means darkness and he doesn't have the scent or warmth of ayaka or thoma to pull him back if his mind drifts. guizhong will feel that hand on hers tighten as his eyes close. he definitely looks uncomfortable. }