[ Despite the ebb of the embarrassment, Dan Heng has made a point of not going to rehearsals again. Even on the day Dan Feng invited him specifically, said they were working on something new that might interest him, he found a reason not to be there, an excuse about an upcoming assignment that didn't exist, a vague promise of "sometime soon" that never turned into anything else.

(He feels guilty even now, because he knows how important the band is to his older brother, but...)

Well, he supports him in his own way, doesn't he?

He's just turned around to go in search of a shopkeep when a taller figure suddenly reaches over him, effectively trapping him against the shelf as it plucks, effortless, the book he wants from over the top of his head. A smile, a question, and—

he might not be the single most pious person in the world, but he's starting to wonder if he's personally done something to piss the Reignbow Arbiter off. ]

Bl— [ The syllable dies on his lips, and he accepts the book, grateful for something to turn his eyes onto, his focus on its dusty spine and very much not the wristband on the hand that holds it steadily tremblingly.

He takes a breath. Standing here gaping won't help anyone, so... ]

That... this is the exact one. Thank you, Yingxing. I was going to have to get someone who worked here to come help.