[ It’s half because of the rules and tensions between clans… and half because Xingqiu’s room is such a chaotic whirlwind. There’s no promise that he won’t sleep on the outside of the bed and not end up crushed to death by a leaning tower of books finally giving up the ghost. ]
It’s fine, I can use my undershirt. My pants are clean, too.
[ He peels off his jacket while speaking; his black undershirt is form-fitting and lightweight, showing off the aesthetic rewards of diligent training. The white fabric is folded neatly, smoothed of creases, before he removed a few other things that wouldn’t be conducive to sleep. His belt, his gloves.
Once comfortable, he stretches his arms overhead with a little yawn. ]
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It’s fine, I can use my undershirt. My pants are clean, too.
[ He peels off his jacket while speaking; his black undershirt is form-fitting and lightweight, showing off the aesthetic rewards of diligent training. The white fabric is folded neatly, smoothed of creases, before he removed a few other things that wouldn’t be conducive to sleep. His belt, his gloves.
Once comfortable, he stretches his arms overhead with a little yawn. ]
It’s been a long day.