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yunxu’s ears flick. the man’s words slosh drunkenly back and forth out of the corner of his mouth, if they are indeed words at all; yunxu rather uncharitably thinks he’d be just as incomprehensible to someone from here. agitation trickles down his spine like a marching line of ants.

he tries again.

“hello.” in english this time, doing his best to rein in the irritation trying to edge the word. “i am yunxu.” he delivers the words pointedly, as clear a request as he can manage without outright saying i am trying to be polite here, and you are supposed to be greeting me back.

no manners, any of them. he probably won't deliver a reply in anything more than a confused mumble anyways.

yunxu looks pointedly between the stranger and the dirt he’s still pressing his face into. chewed grass drools from the curve of his lip, smudged brown with mud. he aggressively avoids yunxu’s gaze, staring with rapt fascination at the bottom of his chin.

yunxu lets him for now.

“you lying on ground,” he says, as mildly as he can manage. “why?”