( Wen Kexing sniffs noisily, mock offended before he waves off the ghost still demanding hair. ) Oh, find it yourself.
( He doesn't actually think they're malicious, the ghosts he means, he isn't sure about the man sniffing around the kitchen like a stray, starving dog. Wen Kexing eyes him up as he stirs whatever noxious liquid is inside the pot, rounding his shoulders in defiance only when another spectre lingers too close for his own comfort. He's never liked his kitchen full, and they're only behaving like busybodies, gossiping aunties too busy bickering to be useful. At least Licyn is more interesting than they, now. Or maybe it's just Wen Kexing been stuck here a quarter of a shichen and he's bored. Any chance would catch his attention. )
Why do you keep calling me that? We're not acquainted.
( It's not accusatory though, if anything he's merely curious. )
The name's Wen Kexing, if you're to call me anything at all.
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( He doesn't actually think they're malicious, the ghosts he means, he isn't sure about the man sniffing around the kitchen like a stray, starving dog. Wen Kexing eyes him up as he stirs whatever noxious liquid is inside the pot, rounding his shoulders in defiance only when another spectre lingers too close for his own comfort. He's never liked his kitchen full, and they're only behaving like busybodies, gossiping aunties too busy bickering to be useful. At least Licyn is more interesting than they, now. Or maybe it's just Wen Kexing been stuck here a quarter of a shichen and he's bored. Any chance would catch his attention. )
Why do you keep calling me that? We're not acquainted.
( It's not accusatory though, if anything he's merely curious. )
The name's Wen Kexing, if you're to call me anything at all.