[honestly, he'd be flattered to know how Tseng felt about their shared affection. right now though, his fingers just squeeze fondly, nodding and leading the way without any further ado.
as Tseng might expect, it's a neat space. art supplies and a handful of notebooks sit here and there on the furniture, and just a few pieces hang on the walls. beyond the threshold of the bedroom is similarly simple; a large armoire presumably holds most of his clothing, and notably there is a rather large, hand-carved wooden jewelry box set on his dresser, bearing a bunny motif, that happens to be next to the aforementioned hand-mirror. Olivine only leaves Tseng's side to pick it up, allowing him to position himself in front of the mirror.]
Here. Hopefully you'll be able to see it alright.
[of course, it's easy enough to judge where to hold the mirror to let the taller man see it in the reflection, and his contented expression besides.]
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as Tseng might expect, it's a neat space. art supplies and a handful of notebooks sit here and there on the furniture, and just a few pieces hang on the walls. beyond the threshold of the bedroom is similarly simple; a large armoire presumably holds most of his clothing, and notably there is a rather large, hand-carved wooden jewelry box set on his dresser, bearing a bunny motif, that happens to be next to the aforementioned hand-mirror. Olivine only leaves Tseng's side to pick it up, allowing him to position himself in front of the mirror.]
Here. Hopefully you'll be able to see it alright.
[of course, it's easy enough to judge where to hold the mirror to let the taller man see it in the reflection, and his contented expression besides.]