( Inigo moping through moments of ADVENTURE in making cross-cultural exchanges even more of a jest is clearly wasting an opportunity--though Jingyi doesn't bring the conversation back around to that.
He instead just rolls with where Inigo decides to keep the conversation. )
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( As an answer before anything else, since it's mostly rhetorical questions, from what he can understand. )
Sizhui's incredible. You've probably noticed he's adapted well, even if he's weirdly more your age than mine.
( "Weirdly" because it's an age gap that doesn't exist for him back home, at all, but not so weird, because both Sizhui's here, Lan or Wen, are the wrong... age. For him. The wrong species, technically, too, and he can't even really touch on what that means, because his growing up was all with Sizhui. Defending him, pulling him into trouble, getting punished alongside him, mouthing off for him, being signaled to back off by him—Sizhui's his best friend. )
You can remind me of him sometimes, did you know? Not just in adapting well, ( he says this factually, because Inigo is not in fact a screaming, gibbering mess every day ) but in the ways you both can fall back on smiling and peacekeeping over saying what's in your hearts.
( Jingyi, resting bitchface that he often is, does not suffer quietly. His mediation style is in direct clarification, which worked on this mission, and works back home too, in circumstances where that kind of truth helps. He does know how, particularly for the sakes of the ones he cares for most strongly. Sizhui, and his fathers. )
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He instead just rolls with where Inigo decides to keep the conversation. )
Want more logs?
( As an answer before anything else, since it's mostly rhetorical questions, from what he can understand. )
Sizhui's incredible. You've probably noticed he's adapted well, even if he's weirdly more your age than mine.
( "Weirdly" because it's an age gap that doesn't exist for him back home, at all, but not so weird, because both Sizhui's here, Lan or Wen, are the wrong... age. For him. The wrong species, technically, too, and he can't even really touch on what that means, because his growing up was all with Sizhui. Defending him, pulling him into trouble, getting punished alongside him, mouthing off for him, being signaled to back off by him—Sizhui's his best friend. )
You can remind me of him sometimes, did you know? Not just in adapting well, ( he says this factually, because Inigo is not in fact a screaming, gibbering mess every day ) but in the ways you both can fall back on smiling and peacekeeping over saying what's in your hearts.
( Jingyi, resting bitchface that he often is, does not suffer quietly. His mediation style is in direct clarification, which worked on this mission, and works back home too, in circumstances where that kind of truth helps. He does know how, particularly for the sakes of the ones he cares for most strongly. Sizhui, and his fathers. )