[Jin Ling is curious about the knock. Curiosity is one of the few driving forces he has left. Anything to avoid the stillness of boredom.
When Meng Yao goes to the door, Jin Ling trails after him. He looks up at Hanguang-Jun without any fear of being in trouble, or any other emotion at all. Handstands will be unpleasant, if they're going to happen, but oh well. He can just not show up.
Fairy presses close against his side, whining softly.]
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When Meng Yao goes to the door, Jin Ling trails after him. He looks up at Hanguang-Jun without any fear of being in trouble, or any other emotion at all. Handstands will be unpleasant, if they're going to happen, but oh well. He can just not show up.
Fairy presses close against his side, whining softly.]