[it's a gesture that makes sizhui smile in kind, his heartbeat fluttering giddily at their shared moment. maybe he doesn't remember, but he isn't against relearning who she is, who he used to be, and what they were to each other.
he shuffles somewhat closer, sets his own unfinished turnip down beside hers, knife still in hand, the pad of his thumb thoughtfully running along the flat of it. his favorite childhood meals? gosh, he isn't too certain what all he used to eat when he was younger except vegetables hanguang-jun would share between him and the rabbits. brow knitted with contemplation, he readies a response, looking a little disappointed that he can't exactly give much of an answer.]
I'm sorry, I don't...really remember... [an admittance that makes him shrink into himself, his attention downcast.] A fever took a lot of my memories, so I don't recall anything specific meal-wise, but I remember spice. Lots of it.
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he shuffles somewhat closer, sets his own unfinished turnip down beside hers, knife still in hand, the pad of his thumb thoughtfully running along the flat of it. his favorite childhood meals? gosh, he isn't too certain what all he used to eat when he was younger except vegetables hanguang-jun would share between him and the rabbits. brow knitted with contemplation, he readies a response, looking a little disappointed that he can't exactly give much of an answer.]
I'm sorry, I don't...really remember... [an admittance that makes him shrink into himself, his attention downcast.] A fever took a lot of my memories, so I don't recall anything specific meal-wise, but I remember spice. Lots of it.