"Yes, A-Yao, thank you. It's good," Mingjue tells him to make sure he knows, echoing Xichen once he's reminded of his manners. He's eating steadily, finally taking the edge off his hunger. "And I can do the hunting. The butchering"—and there's a wry curl to that word—"too, but even at so much of the meals, I'd rather just eat than practice inedia. It's not—"
He cuts himself off and frowns into his bowl, jaw flexing as he stews over both of their revelations. That both Xichen and A-Yao had been bolder than they would have been otherwise. Not forced but...uninhibited. He thinks he's the same, though with how he is with A-Yao he's not entirely sure, and that bothers him.
When he looks up again, he tells them baldly, "I wouldn't have touched either of you at home." Period. End of. "Both of you know why." Or he thinks they do, at least. His expression is conflicted as he looks between them. "And I want to now. So—"
And here he falters, because he doesn't have a conclusion to reach. Not one that he can articulate. He makes a frustrated little noise and glowers at the Highly Suspicious Rice once more.
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Date: 2021-05-17 12:59 am (UTC)He cuts himself off and frowns into his bowl, jaw flexing as he stews over both of their revelations. That both Xichen and A-Yao had been bolder than they would have been otherwise. Not forced but...uninhibited. He thinks he's the same, though with how he is with A-Yao he's not entirely sure, and that bothers him.
When he looks up again, he tells them baldly, "I wouldn't have touched either of you at home." Period. End of. "Both of you know why." Or he thinks they do, at least. His expression is conflicted as he looks between them. "And I want to now. So—"
And here he falters, because he doesn't have a conclusion to reach. Not one that he can articulate. He makes a frustrated little noise and glowers at the Highly Suspicious Rice once more.