[he'd have felt terrible if he had accidentally dropped either of them, so he's glad for his quick reflexes as well. feeling carrot wriggle in his arm reminds sizhui that yes, he is most certainly still holding bunnies and has him loosening his hold somewhat, silently praying he didn't hurt them during his momentary slip. his other hand moves back over them, fingertips gently rubbing across both of their heads, ears and down their backs to their little cottontails, soft, soothing motions for them (and possibly himself). sorry, little rabbits, he'll be more careful!
with a hum of uncertainty, sizhui's attention downcasts as he attempts not focusing on the abrupt jumpstart of his pulse.] Is that why—? [he stops, bites his bottom lip with a soft mmph then shakes his head. no, that doesn't matter; lan wangji is lan wangji, no matter the circumstances.] Do you think people will recognize me, too?
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with a hum of uncertainty, sizhui's attention downcasts as he attempts not focusing on the abrupt jumpstart of his pulse.] Is that why—? [he stops, bites his bottom lip with a soft mmph then shakes his head. no, that doesn't matter; lan wangji is lan wangji, no matter the circumstances.] Do you think people will recognize me, too?