How absolutely fricking adorable, he can't get over it! Sizhui isn't hiding his mirth either, grinning the whole time, his gaze momentarily following the beetle's ascent to Itto's horns before redirecting forward again. His heartbeat flutters at the returned squeeze, that earlier blush darkening, despite this being the most innocent sort of thing people can do here on Amani. It's probably aided by the cake, which he's consumed none of, yet that doesn't keep him from shifting his hand just right so he can slip his fingers into the spaces between Itto's. Hand-holding is great, okay? Of course he'll take whatever he can get!

“Indubitably,” his turn to giggle this time, free hand outstretching to push the door aside as he continues leading them along. “Yes, I do, and you could have one too! All you must do is pick out whichever place you want and you can use stamps to rebuild.” A beat of silence follows Itto's compliment then he sheepishly dips his head, “Well, uhm, it's not quite as nice as I'd like it to be yet? But you're sweet, calling me ‘pretty’...” Because he doesn't think so, and still people keep telling him otherwise. “The flowers and seashells I've decorated with are lovely, though.”