[which is perfect because sizhui wouldn't want broca to think anything else of him. he's a good boy through and through and if anyone thought differently, he'd have to correct them. (mostly, anyway, not including the fact that he's slept around—) but that doesn't seem like it'd be a problem in the golden peacock, where everyone is sort of doing that in their own capacity.
sizhui hasn't taken the time to make the room his own, so he's just got the default blueness that has been provided. he doesn't mind it though, actually finds its color sort of comforting in a way, and as long as it doesn't bother broca, he won't worry about changing the color. thankfully, they needn't worry about any creatures crashing in on them while they're trying to relax, as the room isn't underwater and he has no aquarium or anything that might give any semblance of sea-life. he would, however, completely understand broca's dislike of such things, given he sort of has his own fears of what lies way down deep in the ocean.]
Okay.
[while broca lets himself get acclimated, sizhui goes about getting himself undressed, stripping out of his sweater and pants, leaving him in a pair of blue-checkered underwear and a white tanktop. the over clothes get tossed into a nearby basket and he pushes the blankets and sheets aside, climbing underneath them then waiting patiently for broca to join him.]
I'm sorry, [he apologizes, raising a hand to rub the side of his neck in sheepishness.] I don't think I have anything for you to wear...
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sizhui hasn't taken the time to make the room his own, so he's just got the default blueness that has been provided. he doesn't mind it though, actually finds its color sort of comforting in a way, and as long as it doesn't bother broca, he won't worry about changing the color. thankfully, they needn't worry about any creatures crashing in on them while they're trying to relax, as the room isn't underwater and he has no aquarium or anything that might give any semblance of sea-life. he would, however, completely understand broca's dislike of such things, given he sort of has his own fears of what lies way down deep in the ocean.]
Okay.
[while broca lets himself get acclimated, sizhui goes about getting himself undressed, stripping out of his sweater and pants, leaving him in a pair of blue-checkered underwear and a white tanktop. the over clothes get tossed into a nearby basket and he pushes the blankets and sheets aside, climbing underneath them then waiting patiently for broca to join him.]
I'm sorry, [he apologizes, raising a hand to rub the side of his neck in sheepishness.] I don't think I have anything for you to wear...