Let the record show that Nie Huaisang, hottest person in the grocery store a man with a general awareness of good-looking men and how they occasionally look at him, is not... oblivious, here, to Fitz looking at him like it's the first time he's seen hair. Like the moment of gentle crying, it's not as if he's going to start elbow-jabbing and eyebrow-wiggling about it because he isn't sixteen anymore, but - well. It's nice to be appreciated, or something like that.
He works his fingers the rest of the way through his last braid and gathers the lot of his hair over his shoulder, and look, he's not not aware of how this is a Thing, but he was going to do this anyway, in his defense. He just has to finger-comb the whole of it into a coherent mass and not just a bunch of separate un-plaits, see. Look at the ceiling again, if needs must.
"Not the exact same," he says, wrinkling his nose. They won't serve old bread, will they? What do they do in bread-and-cheese inns? Ah, and then without thinking he's leaning towards Fitz that much more, to peer past him and over at Nighteyes on the other bed, and if his hand lands on top of Fitz's folded ones for balance, that just is what it is. Nighteyes needs to know this important thing, which is, "I know how to catch birds! And rabbits! Ah- not as quickly as Night-gege, I'm sure."
This still isn't sleeping, and just the chance to share his talent at small animal catching has given him a kick of energy that will undoubtedly fade in minutes, but!! Nighteyes, please be proud of him for this. The idea of going for a nice breakfast in the morning will get him through any strange surprises the night has left yet to spring on them; maybe he can learn what brunch is and beg Fitz to sit down for a whole one.
Speaking of Fitz, Huaisang looks- down at him now, before settling back onto his side. Is this the arguing about first watch he'd asked for a heads up about, before? Hm! "If I say no, are you going to do it anyway?" They've just met, but he's been getting that vibe.
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hottest person in the grocery storea man with a general awareness of good-looking men and how they occasionally look at him, is not... oblivious, here, to Fitz looking at him like it's the first time he's seen hair. Like the moment of gentle crying, it's not as if he's going to start elbow-jabbing and eyebrow-wiggling about it because he isn't sixteen anymore, but - well. It's nice to be appreciated, or something like that.He works his fingers the rest of the way through his last braid and gathers the lot of his hair over his shoulder, and look, he's not not aware of how this is a Thing, but he was going to do this anyway, in his defense. He just has to finger-comb the whole of it into a coherent mass and not just a bunch of separate un-plaits, see. Look at the ceiling again, if needs must.
"Not the exact same," he says, wrinkling his nose. They won't serve old bread, will they? What do they do in bread-and-cheese inns? Ah, and then without thinking he's leaning towards Fitz that much more, to peer past him and over at Nighteyes on the other bed, and if his hand lands on top of Fitz's folded ones for balance, that just is what it is. Nighteyes needs to know this important thing, which is, "I know how to catch birds! And rabbits! Ah- not as quickly as Night-gege, I'm sure."
This still isn't sleeping, and just the chance to share his talent at small animal catching has given him a kick of energy that will undoubtedly fade in minutes, but!! Nighteyes, please be proud of him for this. The idea of going for a nice breakfast in the morning will get him through any strange surprises the night has left yet to spring on them; maybe he can learn what brunch is and beg Fitz to sit down for a whole one.
Speaking of Fitz, Huaisang looks- down at him now, before settling back onto his side. Is this the arguing about first watch he'd asked for a heads up about, before? Hm! "If I say no, are you going to do it anyway?" They've just met, but he's been getting that vibe.