He laughs, with a little grin. "Ah, thy pardon, sir," and pulls his tunic off over his head. The large bruise around his ribs is faded now to yellow, and otherwise he looks as he always does, not that Shen Qingqiu should know -- lean and wiry, well-muscled in his arms, his chest hair greying, and marked with innumerable little scars.
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Date: 2023-10-28 11:44 pm (UTC)