[Xiao Xingchen is quiet as he continues to stride forward, before he hops off of the hedge, landing without even jostling the man in his arms. Something about the quality of his friend’s voice stirs up the heat at the pit of his stomach, and he turns just slightly to the source of it. Like the time the man fought for breath, held onto him—
Continuing his stride, he thinks about teleportation talismans and if there was ever a chance to get them back to the room together whenever they needed it…]
You assume that I am unwilling.
[He can continue it under the joking, playful veneer, but any actual hesitation he’d have about doing what he has in mind… isn’t there right now. Only a bit of thought lets him connect what he feels now to way he felt in that booth, with the violet wand in hand.
That’s a fond memory of his. They still have that wand in his room, most likely.]
But if you keep quiet for now, I’ll give you a treat later.
[Though he thinks of it more as a treat for himself.]
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Continuing his stride, he thinks about teleportation talismans and if there was ever a chance to get them back to the room together whenever they needed it…]
You assume that I am unwilling.
[He can continue it under the joking, playful veneer, but any actual hesitation he’d have about doing what he has in mind… isn’t there right now. Only a bit of thought lets him connect what he feels now to way he felt in that booth, with the violet wand in hand.
That’s a fond memory of his. They still have that wand in his room, most likely.]
But if you keep quiet for now, I’ll give you a treat later.
[Though he thinks of it more as a treat for himself.]