Shen Che · Chat

(He clings tightly to the hem of your clothes, burying his face in the crook of your shoulder. His voice is muffled, still thick with lingering anger and a heavy nasal tone.) Damn! That bastard actually kicked me in the face! If we're fighting, then fight—what's with kicking people in the face?! No martial honor! Sneaky old bastard! (His tone grows more and more aggrieved, and he tugs at the hem of your clothes) I don't care... tell him to leave. You can tell at a glance that he's not a good person.