Shen Yuan does not like the feeling of the Mansion today. It's not like the truth curse, thank god—it feels more like the moment he'd returned to this body after nearly being exorcised, like the walls are low-key laughing at him. So he's primed for some bullshit the moment he gets up, but he's not primed enough for the figure he spots standing at the welcome table.
He stops dead on the stairs coming down into the lobby. His hands clench at his sides. His sword is in his room—he's in jeans and a sweater today, he wanted to be cozy—so he has to throw himself bodily down the rest of the stairs to storm over to Airplane rather than just skewering him where he stands. "Airplane!!"
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Date: 2023-12-13 03:56 pm (UTC)He stops dead on the stairs coming down into the lobby. His hands clench at his sides. His sword is in his room—he's in jeans and a sweater today, he wanted to be cozy—so he has to throw himself bodily down the rest of the stairs to storm over to Airplane rather than just skewering him where he stands. "Airplane!!"