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However, he has something far more interesting to offer right now anyway. The pout vanishes again, an intrigued glint sparkling in his eyes. ]
Where are we going? [ he asks, though there is no suspicion in his voice. It's Xingchen, he's boring but hardly dangerous. And if he does cause trouble... Well, that's what Jiang Cheng has his feeding cables for. They are such an useful weapon, almost as good as having Zidian back. ] Are you taking me somewhere fun? Because I'm not done partying yet, you know, you haven't even tried that fantastic alcohol I discovered!
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he also purchased the clothes in the first place with jiang-xiong in mind. more broadly, he purchased them in case he dire enough cause to go out at night, but the night that his friend spent somewhere cold and smelling of burnt flesh is what comes to mind at the thought of 'dire enough'. perhaps one day, he'll have others he might venture into the dark in changed form for.
regardless, that's not the sort of 'dressed up for him' jiang wanyin means. in fact, this is actually xingchen's first time receiving that sort of attention from someone he cares about rather than some lecherous stranger - the last of a long string of things jiang wanyin would never actually do. murder, joining the fog god, showing interest in one like xiao xingchen. he almost certainly wouldn't have even accepted if it were genuine, but to have such a thing be lumped in with some of the worst choices jiang wanyin could've made still jabs sharply at a place that would usually ache hollowly within him. right now, it mostly just frustrates him. which is quite honestly fine with xingchen. he's sick of aching. he's sick of being a person who allows himself to do so.
'where are we going?' he offers no answer, simply leading him through the crowd until they've found the door, but it's soon followed up by, 'are you taking me somewhere fun?' the rest of the words are irrelevant, his answer already formed and ready to reach the air as soon as jiang wanyin's done speaking. ) We're hunting, ( he says, ) In the woods, where a fox is meant to hunt. ( if jiang wanyin is embracing his animal side, it doesn't hurt xingchen any to give the impression of doing so as well. it's not as if he's lying, even if he only plans to hunt wild game.
a beat, and then - ) If you still want to revel once we're done, I'll come back here and do so alongside you. ( he's fairly certain that the man won't. that once they're out of the city, whatever this is will fade. it didn't even hit him until he left his apartment - he's self-aware enough to recognize that he's been affected as well, even if he can't quite pick out which parts are or aren't him. it's the reason he doesn't dare vary from his original plan (getting them both far from the city), should the urge arise. he made that plan in a place of sound mind, and he isn't confident that he remains in such a place. )
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As such, he pouts some more with Xiao Xingchen's continued insistence that he must leave the club behind and now also... You want me to go back to the forest! [ There is a petulant undertone to his complaint. He scoffs and rolls his eyes, maybe the most normal gesture tonight, though even in this he sounds quite spoilt. ] I have been there with Obi-Wan and Gosalyn and hunting in the forest was fun once but I don't want to do it again! This time it's just going to be dark and boring and there isn't even enough prey to choose from.
[ However, for all his protests, he isn't actively fighting being herded outside, either. He could fight and he thinks tearing into Xingchen would be entertaining as well. But it would also ruin his plans for the night, which involve Xingchen well and convinced to join him. Dead people make for terrible company, it's sad and tragic and all kinds of things which all boil down to annoying. ]
I'm not a fox, I'm a Simulacrum. How about this? We find you a snack and then you won't be as grouchy anymore!