Jingyi looks back to Sizhui, lips curving into a grin that's decidedly self-amused and mischevious.
"You heard him," he says, "He said he wants me to hold him."
That said, he sweeps in close to try and lift Tidus up and over his shoulder, until if he succeeds, he'd be generously carting Tidus... over his shoulder. With Tidus granted the full view of Jingyi's back and the not-quite-base of his tail and its light blue furred mane, along with having his hair swooshed by Jingyi's tailtip, in all its fluffy glory.
"To the void we go! Or we go," he says, and there's a deep fondness and some light regret, but more directed purpose. He loves his world, his clan, his important people, though he wouldn't describe it that way. It's the strength of affection and regard and protectiveness that flows through him, even as he knows, feels through and through, his duty is not yet to be back here.
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"You heard him," he says, "He said he wants me to hold him."
That said, he sweeps in close to try and lift Tidus up and over his shoulder, until if he succeeds, he'd be generously carting Tidus... over his shoulder. With Tidus granted the full view of Jingyi's back and the not-quite-base of his tail and its light blue furred mane, along with having his hair swooshed by Jingyi's tailtip, in all its fluffy glory.
"To the void we go! Or we go," he says, and there's a deep fondness and some light regret, but more directed purpose. He loves his world, his clan, his important people, though he wouldn't describe it that way. It's the strength of affection and regard and protectiveness that flows through him, even as he knows, feels through and through, his duty is not yet to be back here.