[He pauses in his walking and just takes this moment to breathe. Maybe a few moments to breathe. He can't exactly keep track of time right now. But he laughs softly and shakes his head.
Praying to the gods is one thing, but to do it when the god is right here, literally within Xingchen's grasp, is something else altogether.]
All I could ask from you is to keep being kind, Xie-daozhang.
[He gives Xie Lian's wrist another little squeeze before pulling away entirely. Not the wisest decision as he wobbles for a second, but then manages to regain his balance. How wide is this street in which they find themselves? Xingchen isn't entirely sure, but he also doesn't hear any running water from one of the canals, so he feels a little safe in just...indulging himself.
The moon is out and, even if it's not particularly bright, he can still imagine what this scene might look like. Maybe the street is lit by lanterns. Maybe it's a little darker than that. But when he doesn't hear anybody walking directly toward him, Xingchen twirls. And then again. But he is still pretty drunk and he nearly trips over his own feet, reaching out in time to brace himself against a wall instead of falling over completely. Embarrassing? Yes. But he still laughs about it, raising one sleeve to his mouth, though it does nothing to stifle his giggling.]
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Praying to the gods is one thing, but to do it when the god is right here, literally within Xingchen's grasp, is something else altogether.]
All I could ask from you is to keep being kind, Xie-daozhang.
[He gives Xie Lian's wrist another little squeeze before pulling away entirely. Not the wisest decision as he wobbles for a second, but then manages to regain his balance. How wide is this street in which they find themselves? Xingchen isn't entirely sure, but he also doesn't hear any running water from one of the canals, so he feels a little safe in just...indulging himself.
The moon is out and, even if it's not particularly bright, he can still imagine what this scene might look like. Maybe the street is lit by lanterns. Maybe it's a little darker than that. But when he doesn't hear anybody walking directly toward him, Xingchen twirls. And then again. But he is still pretty drunk and he nearly trips over his own feet, reaching out in time to brace himself against a wall instead of falling over completely. Embarrassing? Yes. But he still laughs about it, raising one sleeve to his mouth, though it does nothing to stifle his giggling.]