[ Look at the ceiling? In that case, he's settled in the wrong position. Yi Sang moves onto his back, gaze moving from Hong Lu's face to the direction he's pointing in. He looks straight ahead, staring at the popcorn ceiling.
The dots stare back at him, like the hidden stars of District 20, twinkling in the sky but obscured by the thickets of factory smog.
He closes his left eye, examining the ceiling without half his sight. The ceiling stays still. It doesn't move about, but Yi Sang's run into a different problem. ]
...there are several spots I could choose. I am... unsure which one I should focus on.
[ Others might consider this activity a waste of time, but increasingly, Yi Sang's found he always has time for Hong Lu's idle musings. ]
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The dots stare back at him, like the hidden stars of District 20, twinkling in the sky but obscured by the thickets of factory smog.
He closes his left eye, examining the ceiling without half his sight. The ceiling stays still. It doesn't move about, but Yi Sang's run into a different problem. ]
...there are several spots I could choose. I am... unsure which one I should focus on.
[ Others might consider this activity a waste of time, but increasingly, Yi Sang's found he always has time for Hong Lu's idle musings. ]