[a noise that immediately draws sizhui's attention, prompting him to hand over what fruit remnants he still has to his horse and fully upturn toward the sky. he narrows his eyes in question, gives the faintest head-tilt then looks away, directing his glance to ji chong as he approaches.
no words could've said it better than that and whenever strange familiarity registers, it shows on his face, in how he's suddenly become wide-eyed and open-mouthed. now, he knows this isn't wei wuxian; they may share the same face but there are clear distinctions with their appearances (even besides the scruffiness). armor, the man's sword, his bird flying down and alighting on his arm. he closes his mouth, opens it again, asks,] Are you—? [hesitates halfway then shuffles forward a couple steps.
obviously, it's who he's waiting for, because who else would know where exactly to meet him outside baling?] You're the ‘chaotic existence’ I'm here for?
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no words could've said it better than that and whenever strange familiarity registers, it shows on his face, in how he's suddenly become wide-eyed and open-mouthed. now, he knows this isn't wei wuxian; they may share the same face but there are clear distinctions with their appearances (even besides the scruffiness). armor, the man's sword, his bird flying down and alighting on his arm. he closes his mouth, opens it again, asks,] Are you—? [hesitates halfway then shuffles forward a couple steps.
obviously, it's who he's waiting for, because who else would know where exactly to meet him outside baling?] You're the ‘chaotic existence’ I'm here for?