At Dennis's reaction, Sizhui simply grins in return, finally releasing the other male's arm so he can dig into his pocket for his room card. Get used to the bright outlook, buddy, because it doesn't change often! He steps inside first, sticks an arm against where the door has slotted into the wall and waits until Dennis enters too before stepping back.

“Oh, oh! Perhaps we could even do matching ones?” That would be cute... if not a little selfish? Just in the sense that Dennis might want to do his own thing— “Or we could absolutely toss around different ideas and just help one another decide.” Día de Muertos is also a super good way to describe what Sizhui's explaining.

A brief nod toward that inquiry, “At least find peace, usually,” then he's about-facing to the nearby bed where Xixue is all nice and neatly curled up with her tails wrapped around her nose, one hand lifting to gesture. “Doesn't seem like she's moved even an inch from this morning.”