[probably for the best, that. it would lead to a long-drawn-out conversation about world-hopping and gaining new abilities, et cetera and so on.
sizhui's experiencing a sensation of his own; it's the feeling of being watched. he doesn't acknowledge it right away, keeping his focus on running through each thing he'd been told over and over again, searing it into his thoughts. they do drift, however, considering why getou's staring at him, wondering what it is he's aiming for, but it dawns on him pretty quickly when getou mentions a ‘hands-on demonstration’.
he honestly felt rather confident in his understanding of the explanation, too!
after a blink or two, he slowly but surely turns toward getou again, eyebrows initially raising with intrigue at the sight of him licking his lips, though they arch higher and his eyes widen once he downcasts further. hands-on. ah, of course, it actually does make more sense when he stops and thinks about it.
not only does this allow getou to teach him better, it offers closeness, warmth, the press of another body against his own. he sits upright on the motorcycle, both hands resting on his thighs, his head faintly tilted sideways in contemplation. a beat, another, and he's borderlining on a third before he finally accepts.] Admittedly, that would be even easier than trying by myself. [he slides forward on the bike, a motion that's maybe slinkier than necessary, but it ought to convey his interest enough.] Come teach me, then.
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sizhui's experiencing a sensation of his own; it's the feeling of being watched. he doesn't acknowledge it right away, keeping his focus on running through each thing he'd been told over and over again, searing it into his thoughts. they do drift, however, considering why getou's staring at him, wondering what it is he's aiming for, but it dawns on him pretty quickly when getou mentions a ‘hands-on demonstration’.
he honestly felt rather confident in his understanding of the explanation, too!
after a blink or two, he slowly but surely turns toward getou again, eyebrows initially raising with intrigue at the sight of him licking his lips, though they arch higher and his eyes widen once he downcasts further. hands-on. ah, of course, it actually does make more sense when he stops and thinks about it.
not only does this allow getou to teach him better, it offers closeness, warmth, the press of another body against his own. he sits upright on the motorcycle, both hands resting on his thighs, his head faintly tilted sideways in contemplation. a beat, another, and he's borderlining on a third before he finally accepts.] Admittedly, that would be even easier than trying by myself. [he slides forward on the bike, a motion that's maybe slinkier than necessary, but it ought to convey his interest enough.] Come teach me, then.