Once Xichen's upright and he pauses, Mingjue pauses too in query—though only long enough to follow the movement of his hands towards the ribbon.
Ah.
He hides the sound in a cough and shifts away toward the food with one last caress of Xichen's arm. The ribbon on his wrist feels new and strangely heavy and he tries to act casually to not call attention to it as he sits where his delicious-looking (and smelling) breakfast awaits him.
Not that he's going to eat. Eating without them would be rude. But he is going to observe quietly and a little bit fondly. Xichen, really.
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Date: 2021-05-14 07:40 pm (UTC)Ah.
He hides the sound in a cough and shifts away toward the food with one last caress of Xichen's arm. The ribbon on his wrist feels new and strangely heavy and he tries to act casually to not call attention to it as he sits where his delicious-looking (and smelling) breakfast awaits him.
Not that he's going to eat. Eating without them would be rude. But he is going to observe quietly and a little bit fondly. Xichen, really.