“Ah, right, you’re new… that makes a lot of sense.”
His smile turns sympathetic, understanding of the slightly pathetic state the two strangers find themselves in. Life as a new Lost Soul is a grind. He wishes he were a celestial, so he wouldn’t feel the need to devote such a chunk of his finances to skincare products- or food- or a place to sleep at night. Oh, the lives immortals lead.
“If you’re lucky or skilled it can get better, I promise you,” Yizhi says sincerely, folding his hands in front of him so his hands disappear into the opposite sleeve. He hopes they’ll succeed, he’s not one for wishing ill on strangers, but his words are also honest in the big if of that future. It’s hard to tell from a single conversation.
But oh, wait! The shorter mister is asking about his facemasks!
“Yeah, when it comes to products like these, it’s really best to be there in person. These are facemasks! They’re good for really infusing your face with moisturizers or soothing herbs or whatever you need.” There is a noticeable uptick in enthusiasm now that they’ve hit on something he actually cares about. Yizhi picks one out from his basket to show, continuing to talk- “-but they’re not essential, and you must be short on cash, so, maybe just the basics unless you feel like treating yourself. They’re fun to do.”
They are fun. It’s one reason why Yizhi likes them. He turns to the taller one- the one who’d called the other Tama, who’s nice enough but a mild and forgettable sort of nice that Yizhi sees also in himself- and adds, smiling politely, “you’ll need to stock up your place too, right? You’re also new.”
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His smile turns sympathetic, understanding of the slightly pathetic state the two strangers find themselves in. Life as a new Lost Soul is a grind. He wishes he were a celestial, so he wouldn’t feel the need to devote such a chunk of his finances to skincare products- or food- or a place to sleep at night. Oh, the lives immortals lead.
“If you’re lucky or skilled it can get better, I promise you,” Yizhi says sincerely, folding his hands in front of him so his hands disappear into the opposite sleeve. He hopes they’ll succeed, he’s not one for wishing ill on strangers, but his words are also honest in the big if of that future. It’s hard to tell from a single conversation.
But oh, wait! The shorter mister is asking about his facemasks!
“Yeah, when it comes to products like these, it’s really best to be there in person. These are facemasks! They’re good for really infusing your face with moisturizers or soothing herbs or whatever you need.” There is a noticeable uptick in enthusiasm now that they’ve hit on something he actually cares about. Yizhi picks one out from his basket to show, continuing to talk- “-but they’re not essential, and you must be short on cash, so, maybe just the basics unless you feel like treating yourself. They’re fun to do.”
They are fun. It’s one reason why Yizhi likes them. He turns to the taller one- the one who’d called the other Tama, who’s nice enough but a mild and forgettable sort of nice that Yizhi sees also in himself- and adds, smiling politely, “you’ll need to stock up your place too, right? You’re also new.”