( he does pick up his tea as he trails after sizhui, sipping it thoughtfully as he walks through. he'll always prefer black, but jin ling has gotten him accustomed to green, too — there's always something nice in someone else preparing your tea that goes beyond the flavor, so he enjoys it as they cross the threshold into the practice room.
it's a pretty impressive instrument, in and of itself. harry regards it with the same reverence sizuhi seems to, stepping in front to see the full image — sizhui and the guqin together. it does seem to suit him, beyond just a matching color palette. it's elegant and beautiful, just like him. )
Cool ...
( he crouches down in front of him, eyeing the instrument, before reaching a hand forward ... he stops short, though, eyes lifting up to find sizhui's. )
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it's a pretty impressive instrument, in and of itself. harry regards it with the same reverence sizuhi seems to, stepping in front to see the full image — sizhui and the guqin together. it does seem to suit him, beyond just a matching color palette. it's elegant and beautiful, just like him. )
Cool ...
( he crouches down in front of him, eyeing the instrument, before reaching a hand forward ... he stops short, though, eyes lifting up to find sizhui's. )
Is it, um, illegal if I touch?