"We're friends?" The words are out of his mouth before he can really think about them in a typical Jiang Cheng fashion. To others the question is a harsh rhetorical question since the assumed answer would then be 'no'. To this straight forward, but at times a little clueless, sect leader it had been a genuine question. He wasn't sure of the answer. Had they established that at some point and he was unaware of it? He wasn't like his brother who would, at times, declare someone as 'friend' or 'someone he approved of'. Those weren't things that were ever said aloud, right along with most matters relating to the heart. The only emotion Jiang Cheng ever allows himself to feel or express was anger because nothing else made sense or it was too painful.
Whether he gets an answer or not, he sighs. "Come eat with me, then." It is sort of an invitation, though not the politest one. He's worn out though and still a bit perturbed everything erupted right before he got to eat anything earlier. The food waste that must've created.. he didn't even want to think about.
He gestures for the pretty man to go first.. and tries not to notice the view from this angle. He resumes his proper seat at the head of the room, but a few servants hurry forward to arrange a table in front of him and a spot across from him (or cattycorner, whichever Huaisang seems to prefer) for his new guest.
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2021-08-20 18:07 (UTC)Whether he gets an answer or not, he sighs. "Come eat with me, then." It is sort of an invitation, though not the politest one. He's worn out though and still a bit perturbed everything erupted right before he got to eat anything earlier. The food waste that must've created.. he didn't even want to think about.
He gestures for the pretty man to go first.. and tries not to notice the view from this angle. He resumes his proper seat at the head of the room, but a few servants hurry forward to arrange a table in front of him and a spot across from him (or cattycorner, whichever Huaisang seems to prefer) for his new guest.