Lucky for Itto, Sizhui's as harmless as a kitten, and even if he weren't (which he technically isn't), he wouldn't attack someone without good reason; Itto's given him no cause for distrust, so from what he can tell, they're both nondangerous to each other. Whether it's because he's already feeling good or because the cake has started to kick in, Sizhui can't help being bolstered by Itto's enthusiasm, a wide grin overtaking his features and the softest laugh escaping him following the other man's remark. “Probably for the best,” a moment's hesitation then, “dude.” Feels strange to say himself, but hey, he tried!
And, to be fair, he's instantly distracted by Itto talking about how he doesn't know what ‘inhibited’ means, prompting him to somehow smile broader. “It means you wouldn't be shy about anything, so you're welcome.” There's the slightest teasing lilt in his words, yet he's quick to respond, “Lan Sizhui is my name, but you can just call me ‘Sizhui’, and as kind as your offer is... I'm not sure my sect elders would be happy to hear someone else is trying to recruit me.” He's curious though: what kind of gang is he talking about? However, that train of thought is derailed when Itto rises, causing him to tilt his head back a little and upturn his attention; his own height of five-foot-six-inches feels inferior compared to many people around Amani, except this hasn't ever deterred him before and now won't be an exception.
Actually, he seems completely unbothered, outstretching the hand on the opposite side of where his DTF is and using the edge of his sleeve to help wipe away any leftover crumbs. Then, he withdraws again, politely inclines his head and restraightens afterward. “A pleasure to meet you, Arataki Itto, the One and Oni.” Gosh, what a mouthful, he hopes Itto will allow him to call him something else or give him a nickname of some sort! Xiaoyun, quite pleased that Itto's understood, wastes no time leaning into the pets, her eyes closed and her little forked tongue twitching. “Back at my cabin, I have all sorts of things we could choose from. I can even cook you something if you like?” Since not everyone eats rabbit food like Sizhui does.
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And, to be fair, he's instantly distracted by Itto talking about how he doesn't know what ‘inhibited’ means, prompting him to somehow smile broader. “It means you wouldn't be shy about anything, so you're welcome.” There's the slightest teasing lilt in his words, yet he's quick to respond, “Lan Sizhui is my name, but you can just call me ‘Sizhui’, and as kind as your offer is... I'm not sure my sect elders would be happy to hear someone else is trying to recruit me.” He's curious though: what kind of gang is he talking about? However, that train of thought is derailed when Itto rises, causing him to tilt his head back a little and upturn his attention; his own height of five-foot-six-inches feels inferior compared to many people around Amani, except this hasn't ever deterred him before and now won't be an exception.
Actually, he seems completely unbothered, outstretching the hand on the opposite side of where his DTF is and using the edge of his sleeve to help wipe away any leftover crumbs. Then, he withdraws again, politely inclines his head and restraightens afterward. “A pleasure to meet you, Arataki Itto, the One and Oni.” Gosh, what a mouthful, he hopes Itto will allow him to call him something else or give him a nickname of some sort! Xiaoyun, quite pleased that Itto's understood, wastes no time leaning into the pets, her eyes closed and her little forked tongue twitching. “Back at my cabin, I have all sorts of things we could choose from. I can even cook you something if you like?” Since not everyone eats rabbit food like Sizhui does.