[Yujin only gets a moment to throw Stephen a look of amused skepticism before, heeding that invitation, he takes his first step into the sim room before Stephen.
And directly into the ornate decor and floating melody of the Ritz.
For a moment, Yujin's stopped dead in his tracks, his eyes wide, as if they'll take in more of all of this better, that way. There's a brief instant where he actually looks alarmed, twisting around to stare at Stephen with his mouth agape and both eyebrows raised high. (The architecture looks... sort of familiar, but where is this? he wants to say, but instead, his mouth is just going to continue to hang so very stupidly open.)
But he is, when it comes down to the wire, very good at recovering. He shuts his mouth, lips pressed together in a tight line; that line curves a little, reluctantly, like Yujin is willing it away or at least smaller. That shy little smile, however, is already there, even as his eyes avoid Stephen's. With a hand raised to modestly cover his mouth, and to distract from the fact that he's turning a little pink (mortifying!!!! really!!!!), he turns away and glides over to their host.]
You're ridiculous. [he says, glancing up at Stephen with a disbelieving, yet warm, laugh. The architecture is... familiar, in a style he remembers from his own time, but not anywhere he knows. Perhaps he simply hasn't been here yet?]
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IM SORRY HOW DID THIS GET SO LATE
And directly into the ornate decor and floating melody of the Ritz.
For a moment, Yujin's stopped dead in his tracks, his eyes wide, as if they'll take in more of all of this better, that way. There's a brief instant where he actually looks alarmed, twisting around to stare at Stephen with his mouth agape and both eyebrows raised high. (The architecture looks... sort of familiar, but where is this? he wants to say, but instead, his mouth is just going to continue to hang so very stupidly open.)
But he is, when it comes down to the wire, very good at recovering. He shuts his mouth, lips pressed together in a tight line; that line curves a little, reluctantly, like Yujin is willing it away or at least smaller. That shy little smile, however, is already there, even as his eyes avoid Stephen's. With a hand raised to modestly cover his mouth, and to distract from the fact that he's turning a little pink (mortifying!!!! really!!!!), he turns away and glides over to their host.]
You're ridiculous. [he says, glancing up at Stephen with a disbelieving, yet warm, laugh. The architecture is... familiar, in a style he remembers from his own time, but not anywhere he knows. Perhaps he simply hasn't been here yet?]
When did you come up with this?