[ Xue Yang nearly drags Xiao Xingchen along by his wrist to the shop, but at some point that he doesn't notice, his grip slips until he's holding his hand instead.
It doesn't mean anything. It's just habit.
The shop's outside has a makeover to blend in with the rest of the city, though it still maintains a slightly rundown, seedy vibe with how it doesn't seem quite as clean as everything else. He lets go to unlock the door and then holds it open behind him for Xiao Xingchen to follow. He's confident enough that Xiao Xingchen wouldn't back out at this point.
Rather than go straight for the second room Xue Yang makes a detour down a specific aisle. He picks up several bundles of rope, each a striking, bright red color reminiscent of a burning blaze. It's only once he's collected those that he heads towards the doorway, throwing a grin over his shoulder at Xiao Xingchen. ]
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It doesn't mean anything. It's just habit.
The shop's outside has a makeover to blend in with the rest of the city, though it still maintains a slightly rundown, seedy vibe with how it doesn't seem quite as clean as everything else. He lets go to unlock the door and then holds it open behind him for Xiao Xingchen to follow. He's confident enough that Xiao Xingchen wouldn't back out at this point.
Rather than go straight for the second room Xue Yang makes a detour down a specific aisle. He picks up several bundles of rope, each a striking, bright red color reminiscent of a burning blaze. It's only once he's collected those that he heads towards the doorway, throwing a grin over his shoulder at Xiao Xingchen. ]