Shen Qingqiu hadn't expected to have dishes shoved into his arms the moment he walked into the kitchen, and finds himself staring blankly for a moment before he registers the question about his ears.
A frown. "Nice hair, can you make that go away?" (Not that he wouldn't like to get rid of them, but getting asked to get rid of a part of his body is 1. insulting, and 2. something he hasn't yet figured out how to do.
But for some reason he finds himself following along despite his irritation, putting the plates (somewhat roughly) on the counter below the cupboard before moving to put them in a couple at a time. "...My name is Jiu."
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A frown. "Nice hair, can you make that go away?" (Not that he wouldn't like to get rid of them, but getting asked to get rid of a part of his body is 1. insulting, and 2. something he hasn't yet figured out how to do.
But for some reason he finds himself following along despite his irritation, putting the plates (somewhat roughly) on the counter below the cupboard before moving to put them in a couple at a time. "...My name is Jiu."