[ whatever rumours he's heard of his parents, he never really listened to any of the ones that depicted them in a bad light. sure he's heard his father is a arrogant peacock, and people say that about Jin Ling half the time, so he's never chalked it up as bad. but when it comes to his mother, the only person he'd actually listened to was Jiujiu. at least the few times he agreed to talk, which wasn't a lot, considering.
he whips his head up at the tap on the door, swallowing the tight feeling in his chest, and tries not to vibrate out of his skin because... because oh. why isn't she just coming inside? the door isn't closed. she's his mother, surely she can just walk in if she wants to. but something tells him she won't so he shifts to get to his feet in the next moment and over to the door to open it. ]
Ah... [ he has to swallow again, curses himself for it, and wonders lightly what it would've been like to look up at her instead of slightly down. ] N... niang.
[ at least he remembers their meeting from before, before this fiasco that he created a second time. he's not sure "niang" is good enough, but she didn't seem opposed to it last time. ]
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he whips his head up at the tap on the door, swallowing the tight feeling in his chest, and tries not to vibrate out of his skin because... because oh. why isn't she just coming inside? the door isn't closed. she's his mother, surely she can just walk in if she wants to. but something tells him she won't so he shifts to get to his feet in the next moment and over to the door to open it. ]
Ah... [ he has to swallow again, curses himself for it, and wonders lightly what it would've been like to look up at her instead of slightly down. ] N... niang.
[ at least he remembers their meeting from before, before this fiasco that he created a second time. he's not sure "niang" is good enough, but she didn't seem opposed to it last time. ]