[ She'd say he reacts just like she'd expect someone raised by a-Cheng, but that would be reducing the complexity of what she feels to see him recoil in harmless embarrassment. The dog ears don't help, so cute yet out-of-place that she has to bite down a laugh as not to make him even more self-conscious.
When Zixuan reaches for her, it's a good distraction to that effect. The motion of being moved is easy with repeated practice; she takes her place beside him with a murmured thanks. Her robes get a quick dust-off once she's stood, and she takes a steadying breath. ]
That's good. You haven't been here long, then?
[ She's not going to fix a-Ling's robes, but she wants to. ]
[ he can see his mother's tries to not laugh at him, though it doesn't feel bad, just embarrassing. it's not at all like when his fellow Jin clan juniors are laughing at his expense.
it's the opposite and he's not sure how to parse that, because he can't be mad, just flush harder and try to not think about how his tail is wagging at gods. he looks down as his father helps his mother up and moves a little to the side to pat his robes down and school his embarrassment down to manageable levels.
he's not sure why he wants to cry again, he's. he's happy okay. leave him alone. ]
[ There. They're all stood and straightened out and ready to move. Zixuan begins to walk, setting a slow, easy pace through the quiet nighttime streets. ]
Not long. Only a day or two. There is a night hunt going on outside the city. It is there, that I ran into A-Ling.
[ He won't go into the details of how they'd run into each other, with Jin Ling curled up in a ball, crying. He'll spare his son at least that dignity. Silently, he shoots A-Ling a look over Yanli's head, a soft, quiet smile and nod. That business stays between them. ]
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When Zixuan reaches for her, it's a good distraction to that effect. The motion of being moved is easy with repeated practice; she takes her place beside him with a murmured thanks. Her robes get a quick dust-off once she's stood, and she takes a steadying breath. ]
That's good. You haven't been here long, then?
[ She's not going to fix a-Ling's robes, but she wants to. ]
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it's the opposite and he's not sure how to parse that, because he can't be mad, just flush harder and try to not think about how his tail is wagging at gods. he looks down as his father helps his mother up and moves a little to the side to pat his robes down and school his embarrassment down to manageable levels.
he's not sure why he wants to cry again, he's. he's happy okay. leave him alone. ]
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Not long. Only a day or two. There is a night hunt going on outside the city. It is there, that I ran into A-Ling.
[ He won't go into the details of how they'd run into each other, with Jin Ling curled up in a ball, crying. He'll spare his son at least that dignity. Silently, he shoots A-Ling a look over Yanli's head, a soft, quiet smile and nod. That business stays between them. ]