[ Wen Kexing smirks at the dry look his words bring. Zhou Zishu doesn't miss a beat, but he can see that exasperation even at a distance, and he laughs as his zhiji commands him to stay. Wen Kexing gets to his feet, brushing off the dirt from his trousers and then the stains from his hands as he watches Zhou Zishu chase the strange animal through the crowds, staying where he was left without complaint.
He isn't tired or hurt enough to give up the attempt, but he also doesn't have a reason to disobey Zhou Zishu, who is a better tactician than he can hope to be. Soon enough, he can see the man heading back his way, the Swift Moving Steps herding their quarry back into a pincher move.
This time Wen Kexing is more deliberate in his chase. He waits until the creature is truly close enough to cut off before he charges forward, grabbing a cloak that some poor bystander had draped over a nearby stand when trying on some potential new wear. He tosses the cloth out like a net, intending to snag the pest, moving in perhaps a little too fast with Zhou Zishu coming in with such determination himself. ]
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He isn't tired or hurt enough to give up the attempt, but he also doesn't have a reason to disobey Zhou Zishu, who is a better tactician than he can hope to be. Soon enough, he can see the man heading back his way, the Swift Moving Steps herding their quarry back into a pincher move.
This time Wen Kexing is more deliberate in his chase. He waits until the creature is truly close enough to cut off before he charges forward, grabbing a cloak that some poor bystander had draped over a nearby stand when trying on some potential new wear. He tosses the cloth out like a net, intending to snag the pest, moving in perhaps a little too fast with Zhou Zishu coming in with such determination himself. ]