[From the labels on the big heaps of metal, he can deduce somewhat reasonably what their functions might be, but also he deeply dreads whatever disquieting sounds that would come from them while doing it. If a small thing like the coffee grinder can make such terrible noise...
But his thoughts are sidelined when Jin Guangyao sheds his outer layers, casually as you please, and he jerks his head to look away, a faint flush rising in his cheeks.
Nothing he should mind, they are both men after all. Both sect leaders in their own right.
(He casts a shy, hasty glance to Jin Guangyao shaking out his hair and his eeys dart back to the floor. Good grief.)
Hesitantly:]
They were selling that at the pier, I believe. I didn't try it, though I have come to appreciate a sweet called a 'cinnamon bun'.
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But his thoughts are sidelined when Jin Guangyao sheds his outer layers, casually as you please, and he jerks his head to look away, a faint flush rising in his cheeks.
Nothing he should mind, they are both men after all. Both sect leaders in their own right.
(He casts a shy, hasty glance to Jin Guangyao shaking out his hair and his eeys dart back to the floor. Good grief.)
Hesitantly:]
They were selling that at the pier, I believe. I didn't try it, though I have come to appreciate a sweet called a 'cinnamon bun'.