[un: Chengmei] The Piazza

[thesuspense]

The Honourable Chengmei
In Service of the Esteemed Vannozza Spina
Speaking Only Their Truth and Their Wisdom
Humbly Puts before the Piazza:

Xie Lian is a liar and a wanton harlot.

May All Good People Hear, May All Good People Know!
May Fortune Ever Favour Don Bonaccorso!

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un : deft hand of little deaths [voice]

[scrapgege]

.... Well, that's not very nice.

un: chengmei | voice

[thesuspense]

No, I didn't think you were.

[scrapgege]

Do you really need to resort to name calling over a simple misunderstanding? Really?

[thesuspense]

hardly worse than what you call yourself

[scrapgege]

There will be a sigh coming over the network.

Well, if it makes you feel better.

[thesuspense]

[let's pretend I didn't forget to use voice shh There is a huff coming from his side.]

As long as you don't try to make him feel better. With your hands. Or any part.

[scrapgege]

Again, I am sure he doesn't need you to fight his battles for him. If you are that worried about him, it's him you should go to, not me.

[aprescoup]

( This is rather a personal use of the Piazza.

The People are startled. Also bemused. Considering. Passing peanuts.

"Who is Xie Lian?"

"Didn't you hear? The whore, the whore!"

"No one spoke of 'whores,' not one soul, don't be uncouth!"

"But, a harlot? Aren't they the same?"

"No, no! A whore always takes a fee, a harlot sometimes does it for the house's pleasure."

"It? What's it?"

"You know."

"I don't know!"

"We all know."

"But I don't know!"

"Well, when you learn what to do with the thing between your legs, come ask me —"

"Sir. I cannot abide you to speak such words before a lady."

"Can't, can you? Well, you have mouth."

"And a sword, sir."

"Then let's see it at midday, bring your second."

"Now, gentlemen - "

"And you, bring your last words."

"Gentlemen."

"Good day, sir."

"Good day."

"No, but gentlemen - "

And so, Xue Yang gained no influence or repute, but started a duel. )

[thesuspense]

[Good.]

un: daozhang | audio

[binghua]

Xie-daozhong? That can't be right.

un: chengmei | voice (and way backdated, feel free to ignore)

[thesuspense]

He's going around telling people he can get with you.

How's that not the act of someone wanton? Someone who thinks with the wrong head? Huh, daozhang?

[binghua]

[That's a surprise to Xingchen, for sure, but he feels more amusement toward this whole situation than anything else right now.]

There must be some misunderstanding. Xie-daozhang has never given any indication of actually being attracted to me. He's just very kind.

Besides, if he were truly wanton, wouldn't he approach me himself?

[thesuspense]

Maybe if you were more wanton, I'd trust you to know when someone approaches you.

[Clearly his judgement on the situation can't be trusted. He knows how long it took with them and yet Xingchen still seems surprised every time he is forward.]

[binghua]

[A soft laugh, fond.]

Don't be silly. People just have different natures.

[thesuspense]

Wanton or not?

[He hums thoughtfully, some of his anger dissipating, replaced by that teasing edge.]

Your nature changes in that way sometimes, have you noticed?

[binghua]

[Ah...this is heading into dangerous territory. But Xingchen tries to keep his voice even.]

Is that so?

[thesuspense]

Don't you know it well, daozhang? How sometimes...

Do you like being touched?

[He is having a cheeky time of it.]

[binghua]

[Oh. Oh, this was a mistake. It's one thing to flirt in private, but anyone can hear this conversation and Xingchen is not at all prepared for it. His voice starts to lose its control, shaking just a little.]

Come now, most people find happiness in physical touch.

[thesuspense]

True, true. I know I do. At least certain touches.

[And, no, there is no shaking here, instead a rather noticeable increase in cockiness.]

Do you distinguish like that? Or is it just any touch? How about when you touch yourself? Ha? Daozhang.

[binghua]

[And all control has swiftly been swept out from under him. Xingchen gasps and fumbles around for a moment before cutting off this line of communication. Congratulations, he is thoroughly embarrassed.]

Video | a jug of wine amidst the flowers

[wenderer]

Turn you down, did he?

un : deft hand of little deaths [voice]

[scrapgege]

I did not!

... I mean, I would have if he had asked because I'm taking anyway. But he didn't ask!

un: chengmei | voice (and way backdated, feel free to ignore)

[thesuspense]

Going by who he's after, I highly doubt I'm to his tastes.