"Oh. You--got one of those too?" Shang Qinghua swallows, remembering seeing his king warm and empty on the floor, his stomach turning all over again, even knowing that it wasn't real. He really, really wants Mobei-Jun. His voice fails him for a moment with the strength of it.
"Is the storm alive?" Scratch the Queen Mother of Space-Tearing Earthworms, that's definitely scarier! Primordial Sea goes into a mental note, that sounds like interesting worldbuilding. Not just the presence or absence of water affecting strength, but the presence of absence of a specific body of water. Anyway, he doesn't like very large things being angry in his direction! He's not a fan of that!
"Ah, yes. Shang is my family name, and Qinghua my courtesy name. Is... Iudex your personal name?" The combination of sounds is certainly unfamiliar enough to sound western in his original world, he thinks. Not that he was ever terribly good at English, but still!
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"Is the storm alive?" Scratch the Queen Mother of Space-Tearing Earthworms, that's definitely scarier! Primordial Sea goes into a mental note, that sounds like interesting worldbuilding. Not just the presence or absence of water affecting strength, but the presence of absence of a specific body of water. Anyway, he doesn't like very large things being angry in his direction! He's not a fan of that!
"Ah, yes. Shang is my family name, and Qinghua my courtesy name. Is... Iudex your personal name?" The combination of sounds is certainly unfamiliar enough to sound western in his original world, he thinks. Not that he was ever terribly good at English, but still!