[Wow, on the short list of people he'd never have wanted to compliment his command of anatomy lest they make him want to vaporize on the spot (there are two other people on this list, no points for guessing)... That's mortifying in the way that constantly crying publicly on Xichen ought to be, which is to say, very. Huaisang manages a chuckle and then loudly clears his throat, turning in his seat to face the table properly and reach for his landscape.

If, in the process, he casually sweeps the generous anatomical studies to the side and leans his elbow over them, don't mind that at all. Nothing suspicious has taken place here.]

Huaisang thanks er-ge for the generous compliment, [he mostly mumbles, and puts "Xichen saw the dick drawings" in his pile of things to never think about again. Ahem. Okay.

He's still on this earthly plane. He picks up his borrowed library pencil and holds it like a brush, twirling it around his fingers idly while he taps on the landscape with his other hand, look, look, behold this again and nothing else.]

I already miss having my own inks... Will you show me where? Going to town alone is such a bore.