( Something narrow eyed and cautious flickers across Wen Kexing's face, there and then gone in seconds. He's still slow to move, folding the pieces of paper back up to hold them in one hand, rising to his feet. His smile, when given, seems friendly enough - though that does not mean much. )
From here?
( Lan Wangji had known them both, it's a legitimate question. But Wen Kexing hasn't seen this man before, not on the network nor any of the usual places Ephes' interlopers like to haunt. He gives him a once over, subtle and fast. He's not wearing Tian Chaung's usual attire, so not like the little spy either. It is Zishu and not Xu too. A hum, thoughtful. )
Ah, you mean from home. ( More interesting, and a reason to be careful. ) Well, any friend of Zhou Zishu's is a friend of mine. ( He says, like a lying liar who lies. ) May I ask this one's name?
no subject
From here?
( Lan Wangji had known them both, it's a legitimate question. But Wen Kexing hasn't seen this man before, not on the network nor any of the usual places Ephes' interlopers like to haunt. He gives him a once over, subtle and fast. He's not wearing Tian Chaung's usual attire, so not like the little spy either. It is Zishu and not Xu too. A hum, thoughtful. )
Ah, you mean from home. ( More interesting, and a reason to be careful. ) Well, any friend of Zhou Zishu's is a friend of mine. ( He says, like a lying liar who lies. ) May I ask this one's name?