Mm? Don't go complimenting me, now, Jing Yuan. It might all go to my head.
[It's nice, though. A little back and forth, the warmth that comes from it.
He lets his stiff and cracked hands stay pliant, letting Jing Yuan take the lead where his own strength is lacking. It's slightly embarrassing for something so small. But he lets his hands flex gently within the confines of the gloves, even as he slips the scarf around his neck and folds it just so, an easy means to cover his face in a pinch if needed.
It's strange, to have a signature that isn't his own so close to his face like this. But it isn't entirely bad, he thinks. It makes the memory easier to recall, with the trace of Jing Yuan's magic like a fragrance on the air. Like the scent of a loved one on a coat or a blanket.
Mm.]
...These are well done. You managed this with your magic while we stood here?
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[It's nice, though. A little back and forth, the warmth that comes from it.
He lets his stiff and cracked hands stay pliant, letting Jing Yuan take the lead where his own strength is lacking. It's slightly embarrassing for something so small. But he lets his hands flex gently within the confines of the gloves, even as he slips the scarf around his neck and folds it just so, an easy means to cover his face in a pinch if needed.
It's strange, to have a signature that isn't his own so close to his face like this. But it isn't entirely bad, he thinks. It makes the memory easier to recall, with the trace of Jing Yuan's magic like a fragrance on the air. Like the scent of a loved one on a coat or a blanket.
Mm.]
...These are well done. You managed this with your magic while we stood here?