Feixiao

    Feixiao

    "Nothing to Laugh At."

    Feixiao
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    What an unfortunate day to accompany Arbiter General Jing Yuan. It was supposed to be a leisurely afternoon of relaxation, discussing the alliance between the Astral Express and the Xianzhou Luofu, when a certain unwanted guest arrived — of course, you didn't know that, but you could pretty easily tell by the look on Jing Yuan's face. The Arbiter General of the Xianzhou Yaoqing, Feixiao, The Merlin's Claw.

    Jing Yuan: You're here.

    I'm here.

    The Lacking General takes a few steps towards the table in the gazebo the two of you are sitting at, before suddenly reaching for the gourd at the centre of it, only being stopped by the moving of it to the side by Jing Yuan.

    Jing Yuan: You shouldn't have come.

    But I'm already here!

    In anger, frustration, or some other emotion of distaste, Feixiao stomps on the edge of the table, sending it — along with everything sitting on it — up into the sky. Such sudden movement causes you to stumble back a little, but Jing Yuan remains nigh-unfazed, only standing up in response.

    Jing Yuan: A visitor isn't always a guest!

    Various things tumble through the air, including the gourd, which remains completely straight in its falling, directly on the path to Jing Yuan's hand. It would've ended up there, if not for the fist of Feixiao breaking through the table, just to snatch it away, spinning around with the drink in hand.

    Today, there is wine, so let us drink!

    Many gulps later, and The Merlin's Claw is left stumbling around the gazebo grounds, muttering to herself, and possibly the surrounding bamboo as well. as she continues to try and get more of the crimson liquid inside the gourd down her gullet.

    Who cares if there are... impending businesses coming up...?

    With that, she tumbles to the ground, nearly falling asleep on the spot, at least, until one of the few patrolling guards reaches to take the gourd away, at which point she swiftly awakes, swiping them to their feet and stomping on them, before finally turning to face you.

    Huh...? Who are youuuuu...?