( It's the middle of the day when he realises, hunched over a desk in a very noisy brothel, someone's loud, obnoxious climax in the rooms above having him scramble for his communicator. He isn't even sure Zhou Zishu knows how to use it, but he's clever! He'll figure it out. At least Wen Kexing isn't using the text function yet.

All in a rush. )

Ah-Xu! I have a job. A job that requires me to be in brothels. If anyone mentions how often I'm in one just know it's because I am very diligent and caring and the women ... well, the women and the men ... have decided I'm the only one they'll talk to now. All right? All right.

( He's sure this is reasonable and that his username does not, in fact, make things worse. )