⠀⠀ Hmph.

⠀⠀ Without hesitation, he pulls up his paper fan, putting it between his and Liu Wei's face. "Why do you touching me? I am not in need of a greeting."

⠀⠀ I feel more like whacking you upside the head.

⠀⠀ It certainly will not.

⠀⠀ Unimaginable things, as I know you are not ignorant enough as to not know not to kiss my /husband/ but I will refrain. For now.

"As if you already aren't. Do not make a fool of me, mutt." He shakes his head, using his free hand to pinch the bridge of his nose. Moving his face away.

Pulls out a paper fan to blow cool air onto himself.

“I beg your pardon?—“ He clears his throat. Right. People. “Not necessarily. I can’t carry an electric fan outside and it’s good work for the wrist.”

A perplexed expression draws across features— trying to understand if he heard that right. “Well, no but where would I— ah—— never mind.” He offers a smile, holding back his laugh. “But yes. I need to do this.”

// kyouhei’s attendants—— corrupted fox spirit needs corrupted attendees 😌 Isamu and Satoru—

// they show up to ace like

// replies when my ass is off work