[ Too bad, bitch, he's using qinggong across the rooftops! He drops to the ground in time to enter and makes his way up to Wen Kexing's room like a blue cloud billowing around every corner, tall and silver in his guan with a sword in one hand and his flute hanging off a belt: no one stops him.
At the door, he knocks and enters without waiting for a response, too anxious to do more than give a warning. ]
A-Xing?
[ It certainly smells like there's been more than one bottle of wine in this room, the potent whiff of alcohol makes him blink a few times in the dim lighting. Spotting him, he closes the door behind and heads in. ]
A-Xing, what's wrong? Why were you asking me about a ghost?
no subject
At the door, he knocks and enters without waiting for a response, too anxious to do more than give a warning. ]
A-Xing?
[ It certainly smells like there's been more than one bottle of wine in this room, the potent whiff of alcohol makes him blink a few times in the dim lighting. Spotting him, he closes the door behind and heads in. ]
A-Xing, what's wrong? Why were you asking me about a ghost?