[If it hadn't been Xie Lian, Eleven tells himself for the tenth time, this would far easier. If it were anyone else... well, it would still be awkward, but he wouldn't be so nervous. Just a quick-
No. A tiny part of his dignity shrivels just imagining it. Compared to a God as beautiful as Xie Lian, he is the Lips back at L'Academie. Or worse.
Eleven drags a hand down his face, then swiftly drops it the moment he makes out Xie Lian's figure. He's not ready- he won't be- Goddess, he hasn't even thought of what to say, had forgotten he'd need to. He clutches his baldric between both hands, but manages a small smile at least.]
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No. A tiny part of his dignity shrivels just imagining it. Compared to a God as beautiful as Xie Lian, he is the Lips back at L'Academie. Or worse.
Eleven drags a hand down his face, then swiftly drops it the moment he makes out Xie Lian's figure. He's not ready- he won't be- Goddess, he hasn't even thought of what to say, had forgotten he'd need to. He clutches his baldric between both hands, but manages a small smile at least.]
..Ah, good afternoon.