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Shen Qingqiu sighed at the, unfortunately, now familiar sound of Liu Qingge attempting to beat down his door. Agree to a spar once, and you're never left alone again.
"Shen Qingqiu! Spar with me!" The brute said from the other side of the door, not once letting up with the incessant knocking. Shen Qingqiu could see flakes of wood coming off as the door valiantly attempted to hold its place.
Sadly, the door had nothing on the Bai Zhan War God.
Shen Qingqiu sipped at his tea as the door finally broke off its hinges and fell to the floor. "This master is sending the bill for a new door to his shidi, then."
Liu Qingge had the decency to look somewhat ashamed at least. "Sorry… but if you would've just answered the door, I wouldn't have had to keep knocking!" He said, starting to step in before thinking better of it at the disdainful glare Shen Qingqiu gave him.
"If shidi had bothered to learn any sort of manners at all, he would know it is generally considered impolite to continue knocking after no answer has come from inside. Perhaps if shidi would have knocked just once and then waited outside the door, this master might have deigned to give in to his childish whims," he drawled, watching as the brute turned several different shades of red.
"Y-You—!"
Shen Qingqiu smirked into the rim of his teacup as Liu Qingge sputtered, unable to come up with a response. It was simply too easy to rile him up. The brute scowled, and deflated.
"…Shen Qingqiu. Would you please spar with me," he eventually ground out, acting as though having the slightest bit of manners was tantamount to having all of his teeth pulled out. Shen Qingqiu drained the rest of his tea and stood up with a sigh.
"Very well. But the next time shidi breaks my door, he will find himself unable to cross Qing Jing's wards for a week, if not longer."