[Xiao Xingchen's arm falls back down to the ground like a lifeless fish, and he brings it towards his front, threading his fingers together as if he was about to actually go to sleep. Though his goal currently is the opposite of that—he's had his fair share of uncomfortable sleeping places, but in the middle of a little creative arts station for a contest is definitely new.
While being helped is also not new to him now, he's still a bit sheepish, especially if it's in a position like this and the other person clearly isn't thinking about it that way.
He's just going to keep his eyes shut while lying like this.]
Um... nothing else, I believe. W-Were you here for the wreath-making as well?
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While being helped is also not new to him now, he's still a bit sheepish, especially if it's in a position like this and the other person clearly isn't thinking about it that way.
He's just going to keep his eyes shut while lying like this.]
Um... nothing else, I believe. W-Were you here for the wreath-making as well?