“say,” wen kexing uttered amidst the silence, his eyes seemingly unable to look away from the dirty and half torn apart robes as he walked from behind. “should we fetch a set of new robes for you? this one's a little old, don't you think?”
Through the dirt , through the puddles , through the caves , oh — he’s quite satisfied with the many places they’ve been. This world is far too interesting , and he much rather pick up salamanders and strange little creatures to show Wen Kexing than think about his garments. The poor thing had seen better days surely , dragged through the mud and more — the lack of propriety would make his elders faint.
Good thing they weren’t here.
— but on closer inspection ; this was truly a little too much. With a gasp he lifts the hems of his robe a frown etched upon his face. He often bickers with the other man , but for once Fang Jin agrees , it’s definitely time for a change. Despite being more interested in the environment around him these days , the truth was he was quite concerned with his outward appearances.
“ but — I haven’t brought any coins with me. How should I make some , do humans still pay for dances and paintings — ? ”