[ After his whining, which Mo Ran knows is undignified and beneath him but it's really not something he can help, he turns to study the other man in the brig, eyes going wide, and sucking in a breath, ready to drop to his knees and beg for forgiveness, until he realizes that no, for as beautiful as he is, this man is not his shizun.
Still, he is pretty, and Mo Ran enjoys the company of pretty people, and he turns a bright smile on the other man. ]
Ah, how did— of course, you can tell. [ It's unsurprising, really. That much power means he has to be somewhat aware of other cultivators. ] I've practiced inedia but I don't like it.
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Still, he is pretty, and Mo Ran enjoys the company of pretty people, and he turns a bright smile on the other man. ]
Ah, how did— of course, you can tell. [ It's unsurprising, really. That much power means he has to be somewhat aware of other cultivators. ] I've practiced inedia but I don't like it.