[Xiao Xingchen hears the man's laughter... from over him, and immediately feels both relief and embarrassment. At least it was only his friend here to see him lose his composure this way (though he will ignore all of the other embarrassing situations he's ended up in).]

Oh.

[Reaching towards the other man, his hand closes above his friend's right elbow. He can judge from the feeling of it where he's oriented and he straightens himself up just in time for gravity to set back in. His feet land lightly and without sound, hair and clothing falling back into place.

He gives his friend a small smile.]

I suppose it does. Though I am... not too suited for flying anymore. Especially now, when we're indoors practically all of the time.

[As much as he'd tell himself to not dwell on the past, the loss of flying has less reason to trouble him these days anyway. His smile becomes a bit sad, but he merely crouches down and feels around for where he found the pin. As he does, he brushes against something that must be like a miniature face, made of the smoothest stone. Curious, his fingers explore more of it and he finds himself brushing through what feels like realistic hair. It does feel disconnected from a body, however...]