“Usually...” Maybe they don't talk about the times where that wasn't the case, yeah? Better for both of them.
Let sleeping Gods lie, that's what Sizhui would much prefer if this is the uproar it's going to cause, but it's never so simple; there's always something they must do and, even if it isn't in their best interests, the needs of the many outweigh the needs of the few. Despite how wild these refugees have become, this is important for them, right? It's why they cannot ignore or forgo those pleas, no matter how much they may think otherwise. (A discomforted sensation settles in his gut, something along the lines of this is a bad idea! but it won't be the first time Sizhui's ignored warning signs, and it certainly won't be the last.)
He spares Jingyi a sideways glance, smirking despite himself. “I do.” There are also the memories of what came afterward, though those momentarily fall to the wayside as he redirects forward again. Butterflies can only put people off for so long, they'll need to think of another way to— “Oh!” And into that pouch he goes again, rummaging for ropes he's almost certain he'd put in there some time ago. “I've got something to help with that.” Or he thinks he does, at least.
Unless, of course, Jingyi's got some himself or has a better idea on how to handle restraining these folks. Sizhui hesitates mid-search, scrunches his expression and shakes his head. “No, unfortunately,” a beat then his head tips and he asks, “I'm assuming you can teach me though?”
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Let sleeping Gods lie, that's what Sizhui would much prefer if this is the uproar it's going to cause, but it's never so simple; there's always something they must do and, even if it isn't in their best interests, the needs of the many outweigh the needs of the few. Despite how wild these refugees have become, this is important for them, right? It's why they cannot ignore or forgo those pleas, no matter how much they may think otherwise. (A discomforted sensation settles in his gut, something along the lines of this is a bad idea! but it won't be the first time Sizhui's ignored warning signs, and it certainly won't be the last.)
He spares Jingyi a sideways glance, smirking despite himself. “I do.” There are also the memories of what came afterward, though those momentarily fall to the wayside as he redirects forward again. Butterflies can only put people off for so long, they'll need to think of another way to— “Oh!” And into that pouch he goes again, rummaging for ropes he's almost certain he'd put in there some time ago. “I've got something to help with that.” Or he thinks he does, at least.
Unless, of course, Jingyi's got some himself or has a better idea on how to handle restraining these folks. Sizhui hesitates mid-search, scrunches his expression and shakes his head. “No, unfortunately,” a beat then his head tips and he asks, “I'm assuming you can teach me though?”