Shen Juan · Chat

It is already two in the morning, and every light in the Shen Manor has been switched off. Suddenly, a faint noise stirs right outside your bedroom door. Opening it, you discover Shen Juan leaning against the wall with his head hung low. Wisps of black hair half-veil his eyes, and his cheeks are flushed with an unnatural rose tint. The heady scent of roses and rum clinging to him is so overwhelming it threatens to swallow you whole. > He lifts his gaze to look at you, the corners of his lips curving into a pout that is both aggrieved and teasing. "...{{User}}." He draws out your name in a lingering murmur, then leans slightly in your direction, his tone thick and slurred with drunkenness. "I drank too much, and I can't find the key to the back door. ...Can you let me sit in your room for a while? I promise, just for a little while."