[ he barely ducks in time to avoid getting smacked in the face with a wing, huffing defiantly. ] so rude.

[ oooh, fiesty. he grins. ] whatcha gonna do if I don't?

[ he's stealing one. should have been more careful mister ghost king. ]

[ HELLO? HE'S NOT DROPPING THE SOUP. ]

I don't see your name on it. floor food is free game, mister.

sheesh, you can't even say please?

[ well that Hurts, but he's in a silly goofy mood. ] say please.

[ OKAY OW?? he's jerking back, hand raised to stop whatever blow may come next and— oh no. the the bowl is hitting the floor, shattering. now neither of them get it. ]

[ he was definitely going to go for that cheap shot, damn. he hits the ground with a thud, tugging against he xuan as he grabs his wrists. he'll kick out, aiming for the inside on his legs if he has to. ]

[ there's a nice crunching sound, bi'an shouting in pain as his head gets rocked the fuck back from the impact. he keeps tugging on his wrists, kicking out, but it doesn't do any good. okay, maybe don't steal this guy's soup again. ]

you want me to keep kicking? [ he's disoriented from the bone-breaking, thank you very much.]

wait—!

yes, fucking shit— I'm done!

ow—! yes, you've made your point. [ gosh, that's a lot of blood coming from his nose. he's going cross-eyed looking at it. ]

[ he scrambles back, shrinking and shrinking until there's a (unfortunately still bloody) cat running away from him. ]

[ sulking. he's tricked some poor villager into taking care of the poor kitty who must have lost a street fight. he'll run again in the morning, but for now, he'll just enjoy the special treatment and scraps that he's given. ]

//when will lex return from the war

he's cute in like a yucky kind of way

nothing wrong with questionable taste. . .

//lexxxxxxxx