Zosui? A simple enough dish but Xu Shu eyes those peppers and hot sauces as they are laid out, glances at Tenkai and knows his tolerance for spice is about to be tested. He is neither weak to or particularly strong against it and thus has always stuck to a nice, safe medium... just how much will he need to endure? Well, maybe it doesn't matter. He's going to be fed and he should be grateful.
Right?
"Yes."
This is easier to focus on, despite the serious nature of the conversation; Xu Shu fidgets as he talks, never staying still and constantly fiddling with his glasses if not rubbing his wound. The discomfort is obvious.
"I have a simple question first... your other face. How deeply asleep is he?"
Because that answer will shape much of what Xu Shu has to consider around Tenkai in future. He's made an oath in passing to Daud and he intends to keep it, even if Daud isn't exactly happy about that fact... though, well. What father ever would? A child should outlive their parents is that unwritten life rule and Xu Shu has risked his life, continues to do so, in order to protect the father he chose.
no subject
Right?
"Yes."
This is easier to focus on, despite the serious nature of the conversation; Xu Shu fidgets as he talks, never staying still and constantly fiddling with his glasses if not rubbing his wound. The discomfort is obvious.
"I have a simple question first... your other face. How deeply asleep is he?"
Because that answer will shape much of what Xu Shu has to consider around Tenkai in future. He's made an oath in passing to Daud and he intends to keep it, even if Daud isn't exactly happy about that fact... though, well. What father ever would? A child should outlive their parents is that unwritten life rule and Xu Shu has risked his life, continues to do so, in order to protect the father he chose.