He debates pointing out how he's not the ghost in this room, but Wen
Kexing looks a little too fragile for that sort of teasing. Brittle, as if
too much pressure might cause him to fracture down the middle. Zishu's
well-acquainted with that sort of look.
"I'm right here," he says instead, and leans over to grab at the flask.
"Stop drinking the wine you brought out for me."
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This ridiculous, overdramatic man.
He debates pointing out how he's not the ghost in this room, but Wen Kexing looks a little too fragile for that sort of teasing. Brittle, as if too much pressure might cause him to fracture down the middle. Zishu's well-acquainted with that sort of look.
"I'm right here," he says instead, and leans over to grab at the flask. "Stop drinking the wine you brought out for me."