Maybe he should also stay put because the room was very nice— ah, but Huaisang likewise knows the telltale signs of defeat, and so as Jin Guangyao squeezes his fidgety fingers, he merely wibbles - without weeping, or protest. Who knows, maybe he's concussed from his episode knocking his head into the last stair—
"Xichen-ge..." He shakes his head. "This one is relieved er-ge arrived so quickly." He fiddles with his-and-Guangyao's fingers for another moment before letting go, to do a sloppy kind of half-bow now, late.
And another one, for- Shen-xiong? Shen-ge? He's yet to put a finger on the pulse of whatever's going on here, but one can only be around Huaisang's more-or-less brothers for so long before he just sticks the -ge on for funsies. Later. So, "And for Shen-xiong's speed, too!!"
...Well, shame about the very nice room, but. He'd rather not sad-drink with no one to wait around for. "Then, you're all heading out?" He also is heading out, hi, thanks for letting him tag along.
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"Xichen-ge..." He shakes his head. "This one is relieved er-ge arrived so quickly." He fiddles with his-and-Guangyao's fingers for another moment before letting go, to do a sloppy kind of half-bow now, late.
And another one, for- Shen-xiong? Shen-ge? He's yet to put a finger on the pulse of whatever's going on here, but one can only be around Huaisang's more-or-less brothers for so long before he just sticks the -ge on for funsies. Later. So, "And for Shen-xiong's speed, too!!"
...Well, shame about the very nice room, but. He'd rather not sad-drink with no one to wait around for. "Then, you're all heading out?" He also is heading out, hi, thanks for letting him tag along.