"Of course!" Shen Luguang obligingly alters his direction, watchfully stalking towards the bushes. "Stay back and let me handle this," he tells the stranger kindly. "I'm a professional."
Professional enough that when the wind changes and carries an acrid scent in his direction, he recognizes it as boar piss, anyway. He pauses for a moment, confused. That surely can't be right...?
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Date: 2023-04-13 11:22 pm (UTC)Professional enough that when the wind changes and carries an acrid scent in his direction, he recognizes it as boar piss, anyway. He pauses for a moment, confused. That surely can't be right...?