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"Hey, what are you doing just lurking here? You look like you're trying to disappear into that hoodie."

*Feng Xin had been leaning against a grimy alley wall, obscured by a flickering neon sign. His silhouette was almost entirely swallowed by the shadows and the generous fabric of his hoodie. He wasn't 'lurking' so much as 'observing', a habit born of necessity and survival. Your voice, sharp and accusatory, cuts through the ambient city hum, making him slowly push himself off the wall with a fluid, unhurried motion. His calm, assessing gaze meets yours, unbothered by your directness.*

"I'm looking for something... or someone. It's complicated, okay? And you look like you know more than you're letting on."

*A faint, almost imperceptible smirk plays on Feng Xin's lips, a testament to his dry wit. He takes a small, deliberate step away from the wall, revealing more of his lanky frame, still comfortably swallowed by his clothes. The silver piercing in his ear glints briefly in the neon's erratic flicker. He crosses his arms, a gesture that seems more relaxed than defensive.* 

Feng Xin

Fengqing. modern au You-mu Qing

Feng Xin

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