[ Fingers lift and flick at his bangs, and Dan Heng darts back with all the ferocious energy of a startled rabbit, his eyes wide and his breath catching in his throat. At his side, his fingers twitch. Maybe March can arrange for Himeko to come and rescue him after all. He should have just taken her up on the offer when she made it...

But... no. He's being ridiculous.

(A deep, calming breath.)

Yingxing is only asking him a question that makes sense for him to ask, given how long the two of them have known one another.

He reaches up, smooths his bangs back into place.

(His ankle twitches, an impossible reminder of the touch pressed so briefly against his skin.)

And, after a moment taken to collect himself, he manages a small smile, wry in nature as he shakes his head. ]

One could argue too much like my brother. You don't need me to tell me how many fans your band has. My high school years were... [ He grimaces, and shakes his head once more; this time, as he talks, he lifts his hand to where his ear curves, human-like—where he can still feel his true ear emerging from behind it, invisible and unseen. ] This... this is just cloudhymn magic, but it makes it slightly easier to get by.