( If that's going to end up their incidental line, he can roll with that. The train for him is that same microcosm, minus the concept of multiple species; Jinnjar had considered itself all human. He leans against whatever surface is convenient, arms crossed over his chest loosely. )
Usual people, living usual lives, in a place of insanely tall buildings, with all this "technology" and these inventions I've never heard of, let alone seen in action. Sounds kind of fun, really.
( A small shift from his more general resting face of neutrality or irritation; Jingyi in repose has a tendency to look serious in spite of himself. Which might explain something about why he's so often talking. Like now, with the curl of his lips up at one corner. )
Like someplace worth seeing. I can't recommend my home the same ways—most of you would hate it, you'd all stand out far too much, and with everyone's shorn hair, you won't even look filial. Gusu Lan would be polite, we always are, but even our guests live under our precepts in lightened form. Yet there's nowhere as beautiful as our mountains, our waterfalls, the forests, the rivers on one side, the sea on the far side. No impressive machines, no cities that build so high they're in the skies, and... ( he pulls himself out of the nostalgia that's bordering on homesickness from just one month, shaking his head. ) ... And frankly, only shades of black and brown hair, mostly black and brown eyes. Do you have any idea how overwhelming the train is, let alone Jinnjar, with how insanely different people look from each other here? It's like a... a... ( uncrossing his arms to gesture, searching for words. ) Like a field of vibrant wildflowers dancing in the wind on a blinding spring day. Who can look away?
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( If that's going to end up their incidental line, he can roll with that. The train for him is that same microcosm, minus the concept of multiple species; Jinnjar had considered itself all human. He leans against whatever surface is convenient, arms crossed over his chest loosely. )
Usual people, living usual lives, in a place of insanely tall buildings, with all this "technology" and these inventions I've never heard of, let alone seen in action. Sounds kind of fun, really.
( A small shift from his more general resting face of neutrality or irritation; Jingyi in repose has a tendency to look serious in spite of himself. Which might explain something about why he's so often talking. Like now, with the curl of his lips up at one corner. )
Like someplace worth seeing. I can't recommend my home the same ways—most of you would hate it, you'd all stand out far too much, and with everyone's shorn hair, you won't even look filial. Gusu Lan would be polite, we always are, but even our guests live under our precepts in lightened form. Yet there's nowhere as beautiful as our mountains, our waterfalls, the forests, the rivers on one side, the sea on the far side. No impressive machines, no cities that build so high they're in the skies, and... ( he pulls himself out of the nostalgia that's bordering on homesickness from just one month, shaking his head. ) ... And frankly, only shades of black and brown hair, mostly black and brown eyes. Do you have any idea how overwhelming the train is, let alone Jinnjar, with how insanely different people look from each other here? It's like a... a... ( uncrossing his arms to gesture, searching for words. ) Like a field of vibrant wildflowers dancing in the wind on a blinding spring day. Who can look away?
( He sounds mildly annoyed by this. )