He doesn't expect the hug and he sags into it just a little, always warmed by Itachi's rare initiation of physical affection. The smile on his face goes a bit stupid and he snorts at Itachi's words, shaking his head. The instinct to deny them comes and goes, and he allows it to pass without comment. Itachi would bully him if he denied it anyway.]
He's cuter though. That's not self deprecation, I'm very cute! It's a testament to just how adorable he is.
๏ผ the hug is brief — though he is more willing (and perhaps more importantly: able) — to embrace a perilously select few, his tolerance for the act itself is still low. when he withdraws, he leaves one hand briefly on wei wuxian's shoulder. his fingers tighten just slightly, gaze drawn to the curve of the man's mouth as he speaks. for a moment he does not parse the words themselves, caught somewhere between a half-decent comprehension of mandarin and the earpiece's translatory shift of the words into japanese.
and then he blinks, and the moment is lost.
his hand falls away, and he busies himself with his own packing. ๏ผ
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He doesn't expect the hug and he sags into it just a little, always warmed by Itachi's rare initiation of physical affection. The smile on his face goes a bit stupid and he snorts at Itachi's words, shaking his head. The instinct to deny them comes and goes, and he allows it to pass without comment. Itachi would bully him if he denied it anyway.]
He's cuter though. That's not self deprecation, I'm very cute! It's a testament to just how adorable he is.
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and then he blinks, and the moment is lost.
his hand falls away, and he busies himself with his own packing. ๏ผ
I will speak to him before we leave, then.
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