It's more than a little surreal to be walking in a house of mirrors, surrounded by his own image; Phichit isn't unfamiliar with his face, given the number of selfies he takes in a day, but his body is a different story. In a room like this he can see every angle of his body. He finds himself checking his butt out a little, because yeah, he's curious and a little bit vain.
...Did his reflection just spank himself? No, no, that definitely didn't happen.
But... maybe it's time to keep moving.
b. not your wheelhouse
Phichit hasn't paid much mind to whoever the other person in the carriage of the ferris wheel with him was; he did wave and greet the fellow kindly, but when there was no response, he didn't push it. And it was easy not to push, because there was so much going on around them; as they ascended Phichit could see the lights and colors of the attractions below them, illuminating the late twilight sky. And then the twilight sky itself was the main attraction; lilac that faded into midnight blue, a gorgeous gradient that made the stars stand out.
Unable to help himself, Phichit fondly reached a hand out; they were so high up it felt like he could pluck a star right out of the sky. And he did. He gasped in awe as the warm bundle of light dimmed and brightened in his cupped palms, remembering a childhood of catching fireflies, and like the fireflies, the star seemed to want back out. He opened his palms, and the star danced around him, before floating over to his partner.
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It's more than a little surreal to be walking in a house of mirrors, surrounded by his own image; Phichit isn't unfamiliar with his face, given the number of selfies he takes in a day, but his body is a different story. In a room like this he can see every angle of his body. He finds himself checking his butt out a little, because yeah, he's curious and a little bit vain.
...Did his reflection just spank himself? No, no, that definitely didn't happen.
But... maybe it's time to keep moving.
b. not your wheelhouse
Phichit hasn't paid much mind to whoever the other person in the carriage of the ferris wheel with him was; he did wave and greet the fellow kindly, but when there was no response, he didn't push it. And it was easy not to push, because there was so much going on around them; as they ascended Phichit could see the lights and colors of the attractions below them, illuminating the late twilight sky. And then the twilight sky itself was the main attraction; lilac that faded into midnight blue, a gorgeous gradient that made the stars stand out.
Unable to help himself, Phichit fondly reached a hand out; they were so high up it felt like he could pluck a star right out of the sky. And he did. He gasped in awe as the warm bundle of light dimmed and brightened in his cupped palms, remembering a childhood of catching fireflies, and like the fireflies, the star seemed to want back out. He opened his palms, and the star danced around him, before floating over to his partner.