[Guess who's power walking and not watching where he's going, because he's too busy thinking? This guy, who's got seven whole centimeters in height on Sasuke.
[Sasuke only has one eye, but he is watching where he’s going. The thing is, he doesn’t move. He keeps heading in the same direction, playing chicken.
It isn’t until right when they almost run into each other that he says,] Pay attention. [And then he just.... absolutely turns and steps up onto the wall directly beside them. One foot, the other. His whole form goes perpendicular, and he walks up the wall out of the way before stopping.
[A youthful voice tells him to pay attention, so he does. He snaps his head up, only to find no one there in front of him. A blurred movement catches in the corner of his eyes and he turns his head to see Sasuke walking on the wall.
Is it possible to trip on nothing? No. His own feet as he continues to walk and twist more dramatically to watch this teenager? Yes.
At the same time, his breath hitches, because this is the first he's been in close proximity with Sasuke. Thus, the shout he meant to give turns into an undignified, slightly horrified gasp as he falls on his side.]
Sasuke stands on the wall for a moment as Shang goes over onto the ground. He shakes his head. With practiced ease, he walks back down the wall and steps out onto the floor as if climbing walls by the soles of the feet is the most normal thing in the world really.]
You should watch where you're walking.
[One hand comes out of his pocket. HE HAS A KNIFE. Just kidding. He extends his hand out to help Shang up.]
His eyes snap to the hand, then Sasuke's face, then back to the hand. Swallowing (what's left of his dignity), he tentatively reaches out to take Sasuke's hand and slowly climbs onto his feet.]
Ah, the young man is right, of course. Lately, my attention has been wandering more than it should.
[For only being seventeen, Sasuke is stronger than he looks. Stepping back, he hauls Shang up and then lets go to return the hand to the pocket of the jacket. The fact that Shang is visible disturbed by his presence only means, like a cat, he continues to try to be annoyingly intimidating.]
I noticed. [this brick is so stupid but it's okay] Why?
Shang Qinghua pats his robes down. It's not really necessary, and more something to keep his hands busy.]
The contest is nearly over. Once this week ends, all of us will leave the temple and resume our lives. I was thinking . . . two months really isn't a long time.
[Or a century; some days he would have changed how long depending on how rough it actually had been.] What are you going to do? For the gods, I mean. And... after, I guess. [At the end, and then... at the beginning of where things had been left.]
You don't have to fidget. [A pause. He looks away.] I'm not going to hurt you.
[When his eye veers back, it watches Shang with just a little scrutiny which finally fades after a moment or two.]
You were one of my suspects when we first started looking into Ray's murderer after the trial. So don't believe I wouldn't have what it takes to harm you if I had the right reasons.
During the check, your skin looked as if it may have been healed. [A pause.] Why?
[He scowls, not following. Then, with a realization, he reaches up to touch his face.]
That must have been the week that I went into the salon. There was an interesting mixture that's supposed to rejuvenate the skin, so I applied it to my face. It smelled of lavendar.
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Week 7 - Tuesday
He's so sorry.]
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It isn’t until right when they almost run into each other that he says,] Pay attention. [And then he just.... absolutely turns and steps up onto the wall directly beside them. One foot, the other. His whole form goes perpendicular, and he walks up the wall out of the way before stopping.
He still has both hands in his pockets.]
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[A youthful voice tells him to pay attention, so he does. He snaps his head up, only to find no one there in front of him. A blurred movement catches in the corner of his eyes and he turns his head to see Sasuke walking on the wall.
Is it possible to trip on nothing? No. His own feet as he continues to walk and twist more dramatically to watch this teenager? Yes.
At the same time, his breath hitches, because this is the first he's been in close proximity with Sasuke. Thus, the shout he meant to give turns into an undignified, slightly horrified gasp as he falls on his side.]
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Sasuke stands on the wall for a moment as Shang goes over onto the ground. He shakes his head. With practiced ease, he walks back down the wall and steps out onto the floor as if climbing walls by the soles of the feet is the most normal thing in the world really.]
You should watch where you're walking.
[One hand comes out of his pocket. HE HAS A KNIFE. Just kidding. He extends his hand out to help Shang up.]
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His eyes snap to the hand, then Sasuke's face, then back to the hand. Swallowing (what's left of his dignity), he tentatively reaches out to take Sasuke's hand and slowly climbs onto his feet.]
Ah, the young man is right, of course. Lately, my attention has been wandering more than it should.
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I noticed. [this brick is so stupid but it's okay] Why?
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Shang Qinghua pats his robes down. It's not really necessary, and more something to keep his hands busy.]
The contest is nearly over. Once this week ends, all of us will leave the temple and resume our lives. I was thinking . . . two months really isn't a long time.
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[Or a century; some days he would have changed how long depending on how rough it actually had been.] What are you going to do? For the gods, I mean. And... after, I guess. [At the end, and then... at the beginning of where things had been left.]
You don't have to fidget. [A pause. He looks away.] I'm not going to hurt you.
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Shang Qinghua straightens, blinking, when Sasuke looks away.]
I wasn't expecting you to. What reason would you have to harm me?
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[Slowly, he looks back again. There doesn't seem to be any ill intent in his gaze, but he still seems so serious.]
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If that were the case, you would have taken action by now. Why waste your breath on me otherwise?
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[When his eye veers back, it watches Shang with just a little scrutiny which finally fades after a moment or two.]
You were one of my suspects when we first started looking into Ray's murderer after the trial. So don't believe I wouldn't have what it takes to harm you if I had the right reasons.
During the check, your skin looked as if it may have been healed. [A pause.] Why?
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That must have been the week that I went into the salon. There was an interesting mixture that's supposed to rejuvenate the skin, so I applied it to my face. It smelled of lavendar.
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It was suspicious at the time. But I got more leads to narrow down who the killer was. You got off.
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