( Wen Kexing's wary gaze flickers towards the voice, but unfortunately there's very little recognition in it. The man's state of dress is at least familiar, but as for everything else, well. Instead he focuses on the version of himself trying to reach for him, fingers wrapping around his boot. He stamps at them with a viciousness not usually found in his fighting, the doppleganger snarling in response.
You're a monster, it says in Wen Kexing's own voice, You're a monster, he will find out. )
Oh, shut up.
( The flurry of blows they exchange this time is more violent, the noise loud. He finds a heavy pot in the corner of the bathhouse and lifts it, hurtling it down over his shadow self's head. Water gushes everywhere, black and cold. To the stranger, like he isn't trying to brutally murder himself, he speaks with enough of a jaunty air. )
Even when it's not inhabited, the place is fairly disgusting. I'd absolutely consider that.
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You're a monster, it says in Wen Kexing's own voice, You're a monster, he will find out. )
Oh, shut up.
( The flurry of blows they exchange this time is more violent, the noise loud. He finds a heavy pot in the corner of the bathhouse and lifts it, hurtling it down over his shadow self's head. Water gushes everywhere, black and cold. To the stranger, like he isn't trying to brutally murder himself, he speaks with enough of a jaunty air. )
Even when it's not inhabited, the place is fairly disgusting. I'd absolutely consider that.