[He follows easily enough, his pace brisk. He only glances briefly at the proprietor of the bookstore... that is, until the young man (badger?) tries to reach for the umbrella in Wujiu's arms, meaning to put it into the umbrella rack. That earns him a sharp snarl, harsh enough that it could take years off one's life.
And then Wujiu is sitting down across from her, knees awkwardly angled up due to the sheer length of his legs. He fixes his golden gaze on her, neck craned forward.]
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Date: 2021-05-23 11:31 am (UTC)And then Wujiu is sitting down across from her, knees awkwardly angled up due to the sheer length of his legs. He fixes his golden gaze on her, neck craned forward.]
Well?
[Not said rudely, just... gruffly.]