[Xiao Xingchen hesitates a moment longer before he walks towards the table. Though he's tried to memorize his way around in the case he ever lost his sight, he knows that no matter what, he could remember his way to this seat without even having to think about it. Just... he would usually be in his normal clothes and form here. This most unusual part of this must be walking about in this revealing body cage as if ordinary clothes, tidying up and eating together. He still feels a pressing desire simmering underneath the surface from their actions earlier, but it's calm enough to focus on other matters in front of him.
Maybe it's for the best—keeping some degree of strangeness in the situation makes it feel less like back then, and he has reason why to keep that separation. Still, he can't shake the feeling of this being the normal (in some ways) he wants to return to.]
Thank you...
[The words leave him with a quiet breath, full of emotion he's unsure of. He starts to eat the cake as well, idly noting that it's come out nicely, if he thinks so himself. Perhaps more of these strange candy snow downpours would be nice.
Though after eating most of it and licking some more of the sweet snow off of his lips, he decides to break the silence. If he's gone this far, while being able to face Xue Yang calmly, he might as well ask more questions. Sitting in the shared room Xue Yang so wanted Xiao Xingchen to return to, eating with him and still wearing this—will hearing any of his words really sway him into anything more ridiculous? All that matters is that he stay skeptical of what he hears, and that he pieces everything together carefully. He figures that more questions about the story can wait for another time, so he starts with something that's turned over in his mind a few times.]
Why did you not even try to harm me, when you first had the opportunity?
[A simple question, without any accusation. Right now, Xiao Xingchen has nothing to fear, even if Xue Yang did have vengeful plans. In their world, he so easily could have snuck some terrible poison into their food and watched Xiao Xingchen suffer even more. Yet he can't even think of anything particularly strange that nameless man did during their years together...]
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Maybe it's for the best—keeping some degree of strangeness in the situation makes it feel less like back then, and he has reason why to keep that separation. Still, he can't shake the feeling of this being the normal (in some ways) he wants to return to.]
Thank you...
[The words leave him with a quiet breath, full of emotion he's unsure of. He starts to eat the cake as well, idly noting that it's come out nicely, if he thinks so himself. Perhaps more of these strange candy snow downpours would be nice.
Though after eating most of it and licking some more of the sweet snow off of his lips, he decides to break the silence. If he's gone this far, while being able to face Xue Yang calmly, he might as well ask more questions. Sitting in the shared room Xue Yang so wanted Xiao Xingchen to return to, eating with him and still wearing this—will hearing any of his words really sway him into anything more ridiculous? All that matters is that he stay skeptical of what he hears, and that he pieces everything together carefully. He figures that more questions about the story can wait for another time, so he starts with something that's turned over in his mind a few times.]
Why did you not even try to harm me, when you first had the opportunity?
[A simple question, without any accusation. Right now, Xiao Xingchen has nothing to fear, even if Xue Yang did have vengeful plans. In their world, he so easily could have snuck some terrible poison into their food and watched Xiao Xingchen suffer even more. Yet he can't even think of anything particularly strange that nameless man did during their years together...]