[that remark has him perking, smiling in return to getou's grin, his gaze briefly downcasting when he feels the tips of his ears flushing. he clears his throat, says,] Thank you. [then upturns afterward, feeling a little more emboldened as he watches the screens change between scenery. there are tons to choose from, all of which catch sizhui's eye, but the one with the glass tunnels and the sealife floating above them especially.
a bit disheartening to hear he won't have an exact idea to go off of, yet the mention of dragon-riding definitely catches his attention.] A dragon, ah? I transform into one of those and have been carried by one, but never ridden. I'm sure that was an experience! [a good one, he assumes, anyway! and yes, he's just casually saying that whole transformation thing out loud, no big deal, immediately focused on what getou's telling him instead.] Shortcuts and items. [has he played a game like that before? something handheld, maybe, nothing at all like this—
his train of thought derails there when getou's hand comes down on his own, doe-like eyes blinking a couple of times, his throat working with some effort around the sudden lump that's trying to suffocate him. it's just a hand, it's just a hand.
the pretty desert spread settles on the screen and sizhui directs toward it, squeezing his fingers underneath getou's around the handlebar, the softest breath passing his lips once getou withdraws, something he hopes is stabilizing and might draw attention away from the fact he's blushing harder. he examines the items, committing to memory what each of them means, features creased in thought while he does. a minute or two later, he pipes up,] Okay, I think I understand how things work, though I suppose the only real way to find out is by playing. [a fleeting sideways look at getou to signal he's otherwise ready then he faces forward again, as prepared as he'll ever be.]
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a bit disheartening to hear he won't have an exact idea to go off of, yet the mention of dragon-riding definitely catches his attention.] A dragon, ah? I transform into one of those and have been carried by one, but never ridden. I'm sure that was an experience! [a good one, he assumes, anyway! and yes, he's just casually saying that whole transformation thing out loud, no big deal, immediately focused on what getou's telling him instead.] Shortcuts and items. [has he played a game like that before? something handheld, maybe, nothing at all like this—
his train of thought derails there when getou's hand comes down on his own, doe-like eyes blinking a couple of times, his throat working with some effort around the sudden lump that's trying to suffocate him. it's just a hand, it's just a hand.
the pretty desert spread settles on the screen and sizhui directs toward it, squeezing his fingers underneath getou's around the handlebar, the softest breath passing his lips once getou withdraws, something he hopes is stabilizing and might draw attention away from the fact he's blushing harder. he examines the items, committing to memory what each of them means, features creased in thought while he does. a minute or two later, he pipes up,] Okay, I think I understand how things work, though I suppose the only real way to find out is by playing. [a fleeting sideways look at getou to signal he's otherwise ready then he faces forward again, as prepared as he'll ever be.]