He never gave a specific time, but between the last received text message and now, Ma Dai found his way to Xu Shu's doorstep; though it was only with a summoning knock that he alerted the man within of his presence.
Fingers curled into a fist to hammer against the sturdy door, and with a shake of his hand following such a physical announcement, Ma Dai took a step back. After a beat or two, he lifted a hand to knit his fingers into the unkempt, wild mess that was his hair as he waited in silence for the linguist's appearance.















