[ He couldn't bear to go inside, so here he is. Sitting on the roof like a thief in the night. He thinks of texting Sizhui to tell him that he's here, but there's a piece of him that's terrified the other Jin Ling is here, so he doesn't. He just sits, and tries to get his heart to stop racing in anger and grief and loneliness, gripping his sword. Fairy is down somewhere in the streets - released from her watch duty to give him a few minutes of thought to himself. She won't be far.
He's already wondering about leaving before he hears the rustle of fabric to announce Sizhui's presence, and he's not sure if he should feel ashamed or relieved. Either way, he doesn't move when the other boy sits down next to him, shoulders touching. If anything, he leans a fraction of an inch closer.
Re: Action.
He's already wondering about leaving before he hears the rustle of fabric to announce Sizhui's presence, and he's not sure if he should feel ashamed or relieved. Either way, he doesn't move when the other boy sits down next to him, shoulders touching. If anything, he leans a fraction of an inch closer.
He glares down at his sword. ]
... I hate this place.
[ A muttered confession. ]