[ That brief hesitation earns a quiet huff of a laugh, but Hua Cheng takes the offered hand without a blink. The contact should feel strange, perhaps, but something in the masks and the magic makes it easier for Hua Cheng to think of himself as someone else. That's an almost freeing thought, really. He's been stuck in one shape for far too long, even if it is technically his.
So he lets himself be lead along without comment or complaint, malleable in a way he might not ordinarily be as Hua Cheng. Ghost Kings have a reputation to maintain, mysterious unknown figures do not.
The smile still hasn't left his face, either. ] What will you do if I can't dance?
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So he lets himself be lead along without comment or complaint, malleable in a way he might not ordinarily be as Hua Cheng. Ghost Kings have a reputation to maintain, mysterious unknown figures do not.
The smile still hasn't left his face, either. ] What will you do if I can't dance?