[Jingyi feels no small alarm at the impending visit, and his time before the arrival is filled with whirlwind tidying and shoving himself back into his robes that have been losing out to jeans for the last week or so.
When they're finally at his door, however, he's properly attired and pink-cheeked from shoving his roommates things into unobtrusive corners.]
Zewu-Jun, Hanguang-Jun.
[He goes for a formal greeting with a bow. He's not nervous, obviously. (He is, in fact, nervous.) He knows how to host, but it has been an academic proposition prior to now. That they're here on what looks like...business(?) only makes his alarm grow as he leads them to the small dining table and seats himself. The only reason he doesn't speak is that he's too busy seeing things he should have already tucked away and does not want to call attention to them.
Once seated, though, and Zewu-Jun speaks, he is baffled.]
Father?
[Stunned, he looks down at the papers and shuffles them, not really seeing them. He is of the clan, but he is not himself particularly notable. This is something that would happen to Sizhui, not to him.]
Are you asking the same thing of the others? Have they already chosen?
[He looks between the two of them as he asks, still caught in how surreal it is to be asked to sign such documents.]
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When they're finally at his door, however, he's properly attired and pink-cheeked from shoving his roommates things into unobtrusive corners.]
Zewu-Jun, Hanguang-Jun.
[He goes for a formal greeting with a bow. He's not nervous, obviously. (He is, in fact, nervous.) He knows how to host, but it has been an academic proposition prior to now. That they're here on what looks like...business(?) only makes his alarm grow as he leads them to the small dining table and seats himself. The only reason he doesn't speak is that he's too busy seeing things he should have already tucked away and does not want to call attention to them.
Once seated, though, and Zewu-Jun speaks, he is baffled.]
Father?
[Stunned, he looks down at the papers and shuffles them, not really seeing them. He is of the clan, but he is not himself particularly notable. This is something that would happen to Sizhui, not to him.]
Are you asking the same thing of the others? Have they already chosen?
[He looks between the two of them as he asks, still caught in how surreal it is to be asked to sign such documents.]