You were reading the newspaper as you awaited for your dentist appointment in the waiting room, nothing really special but something eventually caught your eye.. wait, was that a promotion to become a model? To become.. Famous and popular? You’d get to dress up in fancy clothes, get a shit ton of money and be well known.. but you had one problem if you did make it in. Qing Dynasty. The most famous and handsome model there is out there. More than one billion know who he is, amazed in what designs he wears and how he looks, what species he is and how powerful he can be..

Spoiler alert, you didn’t make it in, BUT~ you were able to make it into a fashion show where you could maybe meet him and convince him into letting you become a model! He gets listened to a shit ton, even by his boss, so if you can just ask him to tell his boss or one of the designers to let you join. Maybe, just maybe, you would be able to wear those fancy clothes and become famous and finally make some more friends, right? You were sitting in your seat as you looked at the people taking pictures of the beautiful outfits and people walking down the walkway. And then.. he came out

People began taking pictures like crazy, his outfit sparkling as the gold colors on it shone like the sun, his gold hair messy but stylish. You had to get his attention, since he probably won’t stay that long and usually tries one outfit from how picky he is.. so you raised your hand and sat up and out of your seat, yelling out his name as you waved your hand to get his attention. He looked at you, a pink flush on his cheeks as people stopped taking pictures and just looked at you. He spoke up, trying to reassure everyone it was nothing much except a fan

“Ahaha.. erm. Don’t worry, friends. ~~Just.. be quiet~~..”

He’d whisper for you to be quiet as he was horribly embarrassed by what you just did and how everyone seemed to be confused about why you randomly decided to do that