Gosh, the spirit guardian ought to know by now that Sizhui wouldn't ever turn down any flying. Sometimes, he wonders if Zhuque misses having the ability to fly whenever he wants, though as he stops and considers how he'd been stone before suddenly gaining a body, fighting in some large battle then being swept away shortly thereafter— well, he feels somewhat selfish but Zhuque's never complained or mentioned anything else and seems fine carrying him around otherwise.
“Ah, ah!” the younger male teases, upturning his attention at the sound of footsteps, his mouth curving. “That's sweet, but I am certainly an amateur painter.” Flowers aren't too difficult, thank goodness, and as he turns back toward the mirror and gives one last look, his smile widens faintly. Perhaps with a little more practice though...
He blinks initially then dips his head after the kiss, surprised that despite everything they've done, even just a simple peck can bring warmth to his cheeks. “Thank you,” Sizhui murmurs, hoping it isn't too late to show his gratitude for Zhuque's compliment, considering he's glancing his way again to better appreciate how nice Zhuque looks with all his hair down. Sizhui's own dark locks are secured in a loose braid resting over his left shoulder, although some strands have come free throughout the day's activities, now wavy and softly framing his face.
Whatever he'd been planning to say earlier about the leftover paint nearby is forgotten once Zhuque offers the coconuts, however. “You're amazing!” he pipes, accepting one and immediately catching the straw so he can drink.
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“Ah, ah!” the younger male teases, upturning his attention at the sound of footsteps, his mouth curving. “That's sweet, but I am certainly an amateur painter.” Flowers aren't too difficult, thank goodness, and as he turns back toward the mirror and gives one last look, his smile widens faintly. Perhaps with a little more practice though...
He blinks initially then dips his head after the kiss, surprised that despite everything they've done, even just a simple peck can bring warmth to his cheeks. “Thank you,” Sizhui murmurs, hoping it isn't too late to show his gratitude for Zhuque's compliment, considering he's glancing his way again to better appreciate how nice Zhuque looks with all his hair down. Sizhui's own dark locks are secured in a loose braid resting over his left shoulder, although some strands have come free throughout the day's activities, now wavy and softly framing his face.
Whatever he'd been planning to say earlier about the leftover paint nearby is forgotten once Zhuque offers the coconuts, however. “You're amazing!” he pipes, accepting one and immediately catching the straw so he can drink.