[ Normally far from a difficult task, Xue Yang is finding himself struggling to listen to the words as those clothes loosen and fall step by step. With the pollen's poison set in so deeply every part of him is sore, seeking for the relief of another person's body against his. Each movement brings the aching in his body closer to the forefront of his mind and pulls it away from what's actually being said. He recognizes the words, and the question when it's asked, but if they're meant to distract him or get an answer they're failing spectacularly at both. All that registers is that there's nothing important to respond to, and a second later, he's forgotten what the question even was.
The mention of a rule catches him though, a small snag that he manages to keep from slipping through his fingers and falling out of his mind like the rest of the words, aided by the way that no further undressing seems to be happening in front of him. Even with the pause, it takes Xue Yang an extra few seconds to drag his focus back enough to process and reply to the sentence. ]
I can't say if I'll-- [ his speech goes unsteady for a moment as his focus slips and recovers ] --mind it without knowing the rule.
[ He is indeed attempting to close the distance himself, eyes locked on that strip of skin rather than the man's face. His movement is inhibited by the toxin, more crawling than steps though not clearly one or the other. Even if it doesn't hurt it's still a struggle to push through. At this point he isn't even trying to undress himself. ]
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The mention of a rule catches him though, a small snag that he manages to keep from slipping through his fingers and falling out of his mind like the rest of the words, aided by the way that no further undressing seems to be happening in front of him. Even with the pause, it takes Xue Yang an extra few seconds to drag his focus back enough to process and reply to the sentence. ]
I can't say if I'll-- [ his speech goes unsteady for a moment as his focus slips and recovers ] --mind it without knowing the rule.
[ He is indeed attempting to close the distance himself, eyes locked on that strip of skin rather than the man's face. His movement is inhibited by the toxin, more crawling than steps though not clearly one or the other. Even if it doesn't hurt it's still a struggle to push through. At this point he isn't even trying to undress himself. ]