He nods, figuring Inigo is definitely more help on the music side, for the sake of not thinking that things folded into walls naturally without some more manual assistance, and the first pure techno beat Jingyi hears will have him rearing back figuring out how to parse the sounds.
"Good, he'll have good ideas." True faith, right there, blind as blind can be. Inigo will have good ideas. In music, a the very least, before somehow Jingyi learns about metal and either loves it or hates it or finds that specific subgenre that turns into the ear worm he starts inflicting on others.
Maybe it's a bad plan, but it's not like he's given consideration to a power he doesn't think he has, and thus hasn't bothered training. Until.
It is fascinating watching the whole thing fold away after jabbing at the circle, and he watches with the kind of attention the tired manage, unable to drag his gaze away. Look at that, tucking in, look at it all becoming a box of sorts, filled with itself, all its parts compacted like... like a compacted thing, he thinks.
"It's so misleadingly small..." Then again, what was carrying anything in a qiankun pouch or similar things? Size doesn't indicate to contents, and he sighs, smoothing out his hoodie front. "Thank you. For showing me this, and... talking."
Sharing, is what he means. Thanks for sharing, when there was no reason for him to have, either before or in this moment. It's noted, and with Jingyi, that usually means remembered.
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"Good, he'll have good ideas." True faith, right there, blind as blind can be. Inigo will have good ideas. In music, a the very least, before somehow Jingyi learns about metal and either loves it or hates it or finds that specific subgenre that turns into the ear worm he starts inflicting on others.
Maybe it's a bad plan, but it's not like he's given consideration to a power he doesn't think he has, and thus hasn't bothered training. Until.
It is fascinating watching the whole thing fold away after jabbing at the circle, and he watches with the kind of attention the tired manage, unable to drag his gaze away. Look at that, tucking in, look at it all becoming a box of sorts, filled with itself, all its parts compacted like... like a compacted thing, he thinks.
"It's so misleadingly small..." Then again, what was carrying anything in a qiankun pouch or similar things? Size doesn't indicate to contents, and he sighs, smoothing out his hoodie front. "Thank you. For showing me this, and... talking."
Sharing, is what he means. Thanks for sharing, when there was no reason for him to have, either before or in this moment. It's noted, and with Jingyi, that usually means remembered.