Understandable. [watching from where he's laying, sizhui questioningly tilts his head, props up an elbow and rests his cheek against it with a soundless sigh.
everything jingyi says hits the nail right on the head in this situation, piercing it deeper, tearing open a wound he'd temporarily bandaged by telling himself there was nothing they could do without answers; it's still true, nevertheless, but beneath his usual calm demeanor, there lurks something ugly: anger, and he hates how it lingers, buzzing like an irritated hornet's nest he can't escape. without realizing, he's shifted again, burrowed underneath his blanket, the edges pulled taut and tucked underneath his chin while he's eyeing jingyi's feet for now.
after he has some form of cover, sizhui's attention upturns, his lips briefly pinched. following a soft sigh,] I know, Jingyi, I feel the same way. [annoyed, frustrated, tired and definitely agreeing that so much of it is stupid despite his not saying it outright. so much so, he's only just now realizing how his hands tremble a little when clenching around the comforter.
there's a slow, steady inhale that comes out in another huff then he rolls onto his back, arms crossed tight across his chest, effectively blanket-burritoing himself. at least we've gotten past the last one for the most part? or so he hopes.] Would you like help with your fur?
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everything jingyi says hits the nail right on the head in this situation, piercing it deeper, tearing open a wound he'd temporarily bandaged by telling himself there was nothing they could do without answers; it's still true, nevertheless, but beneath his usual calm demeanor, there lurks something ugly: anger, and he hates how it lingers, buzzing like an irritated hornet's nest he can't escape. without realizing, he's shifted again, burrowed underneath his blanket, the edges pulled taut and tucked underneath his chin while he's eyeing jingyi's feet for now.
after he has some form of cover, sizhui's attention upturns, his lips briefly pinched. following a soft sigh,] I know, Jingyi, I feel the same way. [annoyed, frustrated, tired and definitely agreeing that so much of it is stupid despite his not saying it outright. so much so, he's only just now realizing how his hands tremble a little when clenching around the comforter.
there's a slow, steady inhale that comes out in another huff then he rolls onto his back, arms crossed tight across his chest, effectively blanket-burritoing himself. at least we've gotten past the last one for the most part? or so he hopes.] Would you like help with your fur?