[the twitch of movement out of the corner of his eye catches Zhao Yun's attention. What are they...? Oh. Oh. Well, that's new.
He doesn't withdraw, but something about his posture gets a little tense. Not that he's jealous, merely that he feels as though he's intruded into something he shouldn't have seen and doesn't know how to get out gracefully]
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He doesn't withdraw, but something about his posture gets a little tense. Not that he's jealous, merely that he feels as though he's intruded into something he shouldn't have seen and doesn't know how to get out gracefully]