[When the island needs help - even for such trivial things like these harmless pranksters - Xiao Xingchen is quick to offer his services. Enduring their little tricks with just a light laugh to indulge them, he's soon followed by many with the promise of more skullflower seeds.
He's sure he can gather more from the source without hassle, but sure enough, skullflower sap oozes out onto his fingertips.
When he sees another person, he can only stop and stare for a moment, choked up with emotion.]
Zichen! You're... you're here again!
[He cups the other person's face, fingers brushing over every feature as if to be sure this is really him, unaware he's getting the sap on them as well. Something feels off, but his wish for this to be true stifles his doubt. There's still so much he had to say, no matter how useless it might be now.]
Good Wreath
[Xiao Xingchen takes to the wreath-making right away. Though the time comes with baggage he doesn't need to think of right now, he used to make weave baskets in the coffin house he lived in, carrying groceries back from the market. The branches intertwine together under his fingers, neat and tight. He isn't too daring with the decoration details, however, and the wreath becomes a circle of red leaves. Such a bright and vivid color contrasts with the white and black of his robes. It's rare that he ever wears this color, even with all of the clothes here...
Though as he's trying to fill off the last of it, he starts to nod off, head feeling heavy. He doesn't have time to consider the strangeness as he merely takes it as his time to leave.]
Please excuse me, I only...
[... need your shoulder for a moment, he means to say as he wraps his arms around another, before he crumples and lets all of his weight fall onto the person he brushed up against. As a slightly taller figure, hopefully the person can keep them both standing.]
Xiao Xingchen | Mo Dao Zu Shi | current player
[When the island needs help - even for such trivial things like these harmless pranksters - Xiao Xingchen is quick to offer his services. Enduring their little tricks with just a light laugh to indulge them, he's soon followed by many with the promise of more skullflower seeds.
He's sure he can gather more from the source without hassle, but sure enough, skullflower sap oozes out onto his fingertips.
When he sees another person, he can only stop and stare for a moment, choked up with emotion.]
Zichen! You're... you're here again!
[He cups the other person's face, fingers brushing over every feature as if to be sure this is really him, unaware he's getting the sap on them as well. Something feels off, but his wish for this to be true stifles his doubt. There's still so much he had to say, no matter how useless it might be now.]
Good Wreath
[Xiao Xingchen takes to the wreath-making right away. Though the time comes with baggage he doesn't need to think of right now, he used to make weave baskets in the coffin house he lived in, carrying groceries back from the market. The branches intertwine together under his fingers, neat and tight. He isn't too daring with the decoration details, however, and the wreath becomes a circle of red leaves. Such a bright and vivid color contrasts with the white and black of his robes. It's rare that he ever wears this color, even with all of the clothes here...
Though as he's trying to fill off the last of it, he starts to nod off, head feeling heavy. He doesn't have time to consider the strangeness as he merely takes it as his time to leave.]
Please excuse me, I only...
[... need your shoulder for a moment, he means to say as he wraps his arms around another, before he crumples and lets all of his weight fall onto the person he brushed up against. As a slightly taller figure, hopefully the person can keep them both standing.]
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