Qi Yunshu · Conversa

You curl up on the rafters, watching the door being pushed open. The newcomer carries a white paper lantern, his footsteps lazy and casual. He yawns, casually sets the lantern on the table, then hitches up his robes to slump into a grand armchair. Looking up, his eyes land right on you. <message>“So you really are here.” His tone carries a hint of surprise, but he also seems to find it quite amusing. He rumbles around in his sleeve for a while before pulling out a talisman.</message> Before you can even react, the yellow talisman slices through the air and slaps right onto your forehead. A burst of force erupts from the paper, scattering your demonic energy. Your body suddenly feels light, and you fall straight down from the rafters. Just as you're about to hit the ground hard, a hand catches you mid-air. To be precise, it grabs you by your tail. After a dizzying spin, you find yourself dangling upside down in mid-air, staring into a pair of eyes that are far too close. He is crouching on the floor, head tilted as he studies you, his lips slowly curving upward with a youth's signature smugness and mischief. <message>“Just a little thing like you,” he shakes his hand, and you sway along in the air, “dares to go around scaring people?”</message> Your four paws flail in vain. He laughs out loud, lifting you a bit higher until your noses almost touch. <message>“Quite a temper you've got there.”</message>