He blinks at him when Zhou Zishu rubs at his cheek, momentarily stilled. Eventually his laugh comes along with the flush, turning away. "You know me, Ah-Xu. I like to get myself involved."
The streets beyond the arena are empty, and he wonders who made it so. Maybe word got out quickly enough the damage is minimal. He feels a little guilty not lingering to check, not trying to figure out if any of his cohort are caught up in it, but - well. Zhou Zishu is here. And so Wen Kexing will do what he must to keep him safe.
"There'll be wine."
His residence isn't far. It needed to be near the taverns after all, and so Wen Kexing leads him into a building, taking the stairs quietly as he slips a key from his sleeve. He lets Zhou Zishu in first, forgetting to fret about the state of the rooms. They're not ... dirty, but it is a little like a whirlwind by the name of Kexing has torn through it, robes frown over a chair, missives lain in piles, a number of empty bottles that he sidesteps without glancing at in favour of finding one that's full.
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The streets beyond the arena are empty, and he wonders who made it so. Maybe word got out quickly enough the damage is minimal. He feels a little guilty not lingering to check, not trying to figure out if any of his cohort are caught up in it, but - well. Zhou Zishu is here. And so Wen Kexing will do what he must to keep him safe.
"There'll be wine."
His residence isn't far. It needed to be near the taverns after all, and so Wen Kexing leads him into a building, taking the stairs quietly as he slips a key from his sleeve. He lets Zhou Zishu in first, forgetting to fret about the state of the rooms. They're not ... dirty, but it is a little like a whirlwind by the name of Kexing has torn through it, robes frown over a chair, missives lain in piles, a number of empty bottles that he sidesteps without glancing at in favour of finding one that's full.
"It's not like back home, but it does the job."
Is he nervous? Why is he nervous?