[ It might take Sizhui like. Ten minutes before he realizes that there is an additional, familiar presence around the house. But not in the house, which makes him confused for a moment before he looks up.
He quietly packs up his sword and a cleaning and oiling kit in his qiankun sleeve, and leaps up to the eaves himself.
He doesn't ask, not yet, but he comes over to sit next to Jin Ling, shoulders brushing unless the other boy shifts away. ]
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He quietly packs up his sword and a cleaning and oiling kit in his qiankun sleeve, and leaps up to the eaves himself.
He doesn't ask, not yet, but he comes over to sit next to Jin Ling, shoulders brushing unless the other boy shifts away. ]