[waiting for byleth to arrive is both nerve-racking and exciting; the former because he is still worrying about how his little cabin looks, even though he's done his absolute best to keep it clean, spruce it up with flowers here or there, and has decorated the exterior with his multitudeofcollectedseashells that are lined up neatly just outside the door leading off onto the small patio.
most times, the door is open, and now isn't any exception, regardless of his flitting about inside the home while hoping he's prepared enough for whenever his guest does arrive.
lan sizhui's only entertained people a few times here, all of which weren't for reasons why he's planning for byleth's arrival; it's different, trying to set the mood, as it were, and he sometimes wonders if there's any way to learn how to do this easier or if he's stuck rolling with the punches instead. either way, he doesn't mind it whatsoever? oh, and let's not forget, byleth did volunteer to help him clean up afterward, so there's really a silver lining at the end of everything!
—which, he's realizing, isn't even including what's to come once byleth does show up. letting his thoughts drift toward that while he's pacing about helps somewhat, lessening the lingering tension in his shoulders, although he has most definitely started blushing in his ears when stopping to consider just how long they'll be, ah, busy with each other.
at least, by the time byleth probably shows up, sizhui has procured a spot on the living room floor and is thumbing through some slightly less inappropriate book he'd collected from the library.]
action; it's a marathon
most times, the door is open, and now isn't any exception, regardless of his flitting about inside the home while hoping he's prepared enough for whenever his guest does arrive.
lan sizhui's only entertained people a few times here, all of which weren't for reasons why he's planning for byleth's arrival; it's different, trying to set the mood, as it were, and he sometimes wonders if there's any way to learn how to do this easier or if he's stuck rolling with the punches instead. either way, he doesn't mind it whatsoever? oh, and let's not forget, byleth did volunteer to help him clean up afterward, so there's really a silver lining at the end of everything!
—which, he's realizing, isn't even including what's to come once byleth does show up. letting his thoughts drift toward that while he's pacing about helps somewhat, lessening the lingering tension in his shoulders, although he has most definitely started blushing in his ears when stopping to consider just how long they'll be, ah, busy with each other.
at least, by the time byleth probably shows up, sizhui has procured a spot on the living room floor and is thumbing through some slightly less inappropriate book he'd collected from the library.]