[ really, genuinely: why are you like this. xie lian opens his mouth and then closes it as water is now everywhere on the floor - splashing san lang, who looks less than pleased. still water, xie lian. ]
Then you wouldn't have had any trouble, right? [ he drops his hand to let san lang skitter back up his arm - it's not like xie lian was going to get any sleep this evening, anyway - and checks his pockets for his own coin, then shuts the door behind him, stepping into the hallway.
very, very patiently: ] I think there may be extra towels up on the third floor. Let's go look.
[he'll trudge along after him! but he doesn't look happy about it. when he glances back at xie lian's door, it's already firmly shut; bertholt is safe from qi rong. for now, anyway.]
What idiot designed this inn anyway, can't believe we have to just try every door until we find the right one... No business sense, this place will fold in a few weeks, just you watch...
[ progress!!! we have made a little progress. xie lian tucks his hands into his sleeves, and starts to lead the way up towards the third floor. san lang yawns from his shoulder and curls up around his neck again, sleepy. ]
I think this place already has folded, so, I suppose you're right.
[ to say the least... business practices aside, everything's hella abandoned. ]
anyway he's grumpily trying to force open the first door he sees when they arrive. it doesn't work. rudely, he kicks it, even though it's late enough that someone is probably trying to sleep in there.]
[ again with the scolding voice!!! it's a very heated whisper, and he almost immediately moves to put himself between him and the door. AGAIN. ] It will open when you get to the right one, have some patience!
[ god... he doesn't know whether to laugh or cry... ] You haven't changed at all.
honestly contemplates kicking xie lian for a second, since hua cheng isn't here. but ultimately he doesn't. instead, he just snorts and stomps a little further down the hall.]
Why the fuck would you have expected me to change?
anyway. xie lian winces a little, and can't help himself, thinking, Hope? like maybe qi rong would have grown up after everything that happened to them, after everything that happened to xian le.
he's polite, though, and therefore doesn't say that, following at a close enough pace to catch him by the collar if he tries to kick down someone else's door again. ]
Don't just stand there watching, Xie Lian, you black-hearted faker! You'd have stopped any fucking other person from falling! Do you feel good treating your only family like this?!
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probably because his room is on the third floor and this is the second.]
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[ patient. he is very patient. ]
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no, he has not.]
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exhausting. ]
You haven't, have you?
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I don't remember fucking saying that, get your ears checked.
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Then you wouldn't have had any trouble, right? [ he drops his hand to let san lang skitter back up his arm - it's not like xie lian was going to get any sleep this evening, anyway - and checks his pockets for his own coin, then shuts the door behind him, stepping into the hallway.
very, very patiently: ] I think there may be extra towels up on the third floor. Let's go look.
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[he'll trudge along after him! but he doesn't look happy about it. when he glances back at xie lian's door, it's already firmly shut; bertholt is safe from qi rong. for now, anyway.]
What idiot designed this inn anyway, can't believe we have to just try every door until we find the right one... No business sense, this place will fold in a few weeks, just you watch...
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I think this place already has folded, so, I suppose you're right.
[ to say the least... business practices aside, everything's hella abandoned. ]
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[SIR?
anyway he's grumpily trying to force open the first door he sees when they arrive. it doesn't work. rudely, he kicks it, even though it's late enough that someone is probably trying to sleep in there.]
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[ again with the scolding voice!!! it's a very heated whisper, and he almost immediately moves to put himself between him and the door. AGAIN. ] It will open when you get to the right one, have some patience!
[ god... he doesn't know whether to laugh or cry... ] You haven't changed at all.
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honestly contemplates kicking xie lian for a second, since hua cheng isn't here. but ultimately he doesn't. instead, he just snorts and stomps a little further down the hall.]
Why the fuck would you have expected me to change?
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anyway. xie lian winces a little, and can't help himself, thinking, Hope? like maybe qi rong would have grown up after everything that happened to them, after everything that happened to xian le.
he's polite, though, and therefore doesn't say that, following at a close enough pace to catch him by the collar if he tries to kick down someone else's door again. ]
...I don't know. How old are you now, anyhow?
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the profiles aren't icly available yet so qi rong is just going to be an asshole and not answer him until they are. rude.
also, he kicks another door that doesn't open.]
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Must you be so difficult? You - stop that.
[ SIGHS ]
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[he goes to kick another door
and it opens for him, causing him to topple headfirst into the room]
FUCK!
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he honestly just lets this happen, yeah, folding his hands behind his back. serves you right ]
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Don't just stand there watching, Xie Lian, you black-hearted faker! You'd have stopped any fucking other person from falling! Do you feel good treating your only family like this?!
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no. he is very serene. ] I told you several times not to kick the doors.
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[im sorry]
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Maybe in an emergency! And even then. [ no that's feng xin's thing ] That's entirely different.
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[just kill him now sisi do everyone a favor]
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I don't have any interest in arguing with you.
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[
he finally gets up from the floor.]
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Because you keep picking fights. There's no reason to be so aggressive - had you not been so aggressive with the door, you might not have fallen.
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[he's going to flop on the bed
is marius here? idk. probably. rest in pieces, marius.]
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