Definitely, there's no denying it's been enjoyable, except for the part where he accidentally worried Itto with the whole, uh, ‘working’ for stamps thing. (He still feels somewhat bad about that, but what can he do? It's the truth and he didn't want to lie or mislead Itto when he could offer to help him out instead!) However, he'd be pleased to know he's made a good impression, and he hopes they can continue having a nice time, even if Itto doesn't decide to choose a home nearby Sizhui's.
He fidgets with the plastic bags while waiting, allowing Itto all the time he needs to examine the train, his attention lifting and casting sideways toward the other man once he's returned. A wide, exuberant grin overtakes his features again, his head nodding in agreement. “Absolutely, I don't mind talking about it at all.” Itto's making a proper assumption, given most of his younger juniors are always asking Sizhui to tell them stories of his night-hunting or other such adventures he's gone out on; he weaves a pretty good tail too, if he were to say so himself, but of course he's not one to toot his own horn.
Before he hardly has a chance to react, Itto has joined him on the stairs, shuffled them inside and is now practically dragging him toward some of the seats, although he's laughing the whole time at Itto's enthusiasm. Once he's chosen, Sizhui sits beside him, glancing out the window as well, then he redirects and reaches for Itto's elbow to tug. “Here,” he offers the snacks, hoping they'll do alright despite one being just plain bread. “You're more than welcome to have as much as you like during our little adventure.”
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He fidgets with the plastic bags while waiting, allowing Itto all the time he needs to examine the train, his attention lifting and casting sideways toward the other man once he's returned. A wide, exuberant grin overtakes his features again, his head nodding in agreement. “Absolutely, I don't mind talking about it at all.” Itto's making a proper assumption, given most of his younger juniors are always asking Sizhui to tell them stories of his night-hunting or other such adventures he's gone out on; he weaves a pretty good tail too, if he were to say so himself, but of course he's not one to toot his own horn.
Before he hardly has a chance to react, Itto has joined him on the stairs, shuffled them inside and is now practically dragging him toward some of the seats, although he's laughing the whole time at Itto's enthusiasm. Once he's chosen, Sizhui sits beside him, glancing out the window as well, then he redirects and reaches for Itto's elbow to tug. “Here,” he offers the snacks, hoping they'll do alright despite one being just plain bread. “You're more than welcome to have as much as you like during our little adventure.”