( Do not ask why Wen Kexing has returned to the kitchens. He doesn't know, but if he gets trapped inside for another hour then so be it. It is apparently far easier to reside with the gaggle of good-for-nothing ghosts than it is traverse the halls at whim and he needs the space to think. He can't do that if he's evading his own gruesome consumption by bear. Still, he doesn't expect the other person inside, nor the grotesque dog, if the way he pauses just inside the door is anything to go by. )
Ah.
( Well, he had thought Xue Yang a corpse for a second there. The dog pauses it's crunching to growl, and Wen Kexing, unconcerned, raises an eyebrow. )
kitchen! bc i do what i want
Ah.
( Well, he had thought Xue Yang a corpse for a second there. The dog pauses it's crunching to growl, and Wen Kexing, unconcerned, raises an eyebrow. )
Are you dying?