hopelesslyunlucky:
The laugh that made it passed Xiao Xingchen’s lips was strained and brief, wincing slightly at the foul language. This person sounded younger and therefore he was unwilling to begin scolding him before giving him a chance.
“I suppose I don’t think about it that much. It’s merely what I wear. Perhaps it is odd. Are you lost? We don’t get people out this way often.”
Oh, great. A prude.
“Yeah, it’s weird,” Lock scoffed. “No, I’m not lost. Just looking for Mic. She’s around somewhere, whatever. Maybe you don’t get people because it’s boring out here--where even is this?”













