The pout was instant this time - flirtatious air leaving him as he placed a firm foot to the ground.
“ now hold on a second. You said anything, that’s not fair! If you don’t tell me what you want to be called, how am I supposed to know what I should say!”
It took a long moment for the word to finally settle.
And once it did, he took in a sharp inhale, eyes widening slightly before narrowing again— Hissing out a low, displeased sound. “No.”
“ Anything but that… “
The cogs were turning, and he chewed his lip with a focused gaze. He’d have to craft a nickname from scratch, it seemed, not understanding the depths of his hatred for a false name.
“ you’ve forced my hand ; I’ll call you Yuān ! “
Well. He can’t exactly respond to the question actually. Not without giving away anything—
So, for now, he just stared, staying quiet for a second as he did. “.. Anything but that.”
His expression relaxed , seemingly less jarred at the response now. Despite himself, a smile found his lips—
“ Then what would you prefer I call you? I can’t call you Gege or Didi, we’re the same age silly! “
Lets out a low hum, eyes drifting down slowly for a moment before refocusing back up. Just a minute to take in the other’s appearance.
He seems to be fine.
“. . . . That’s not my name.”
“ Wellll… I hoped I wouldn’t have that effect on Ming-Xiong. “
He tried for light hearted banter, but clearly, it was like trying to pull teeth with the icy personality of the other.
[ Forcing down the mouthful of food, the God met his question with bubbling excitement. ]
I’m so glad you asked ❗️ [ They would still explain, even if he didn’t. ] it’s been soooo long since Ming-Xiong and I enjoyed a drink together, don’t you think ?
Shi QingXuan should be used to this at this point— To expect anything else is simply unfortunate
But at least he’s staring, just waiting for what’s to come