ᅠ"am I that much of a pain to be around," cheng xiaoshi moped, lingering towards the couch now and flopping down. the memories flood in his mind, but he ignores it.
"do you miss me?" he ponders, "the alive me, the version who wouldnt watch you while you sleep. do you miss it?"
ᅠcheng xiaoshi is satisfied with the results, smiling to himself as he slinks off the table, tapping is finger on lu guang's shoulder for a moment.
"poor guang-guang," he purrs, before sighing, "how terrible must it be that you can't do a thing..."
(putting the broom down as he is too unbothered to clean anymore after that teasing from certain someone and to find his peace, he really settles down beside the entity)
you know very well what you did ..
seems like it's going to be messy for entire day now
ᅠhe grins, seeing his alive-friend looking annoyed. "maybe, that's not so wrong though, isn't it?" he hums, carefully looking at the broom, before gazing back up to lu guang.
"are you gonna keep cleaning or am i disturbing you?"
( slight flinch when his personal space was invaded, soon covering his ears after getting that chilly experience. the annoyance was clearly visible on lg face and a vein was popping out on his neck but he swore not to indulge physically)
is annoying me all you do?
ᅠ"me? annoying?" cheng xiaoshi cocks his head, deciding to walk closer, invading lu guang's personal space. he tipped his head down next to his ear, "you're imagining it," before pulling back, moving to sit down on the coffee table.
"is cleaning all you do anymore?"
(hands gripped tightly on the broom as he handles his urge to hit the dead man with it but knowing it won't change much he continues to switch room to finish his chore of the day)
you're more annoying than cheng xiaoshi ...
ᅠhe crosses his arms. his mind feathers off, contemplating to sweet talk or fall into his departing state, his emotions atoned with something malicious; he chooses the ladder.
"it's not like i live here anymore," he deadpans, "im sure you can do it yourself, can't you?"
(an annoyed sigh as he focuses on the chore rather than a specter of his dead best friend, which kept giving him a chill feeling, but he's aware a dead cxs won't cause him any harm)
you can help clean .. you must have something better to do
ᅠhe stares ... lips curling into a pout, before he continues to follow lu guang carefully, tapping the broom, letting his cold touch linger longer than what would be acceptable.
"you can't ignore me forever," he mutters, twirling around the other.