[Completely unaware of the ambush lying ahead, Jin Guangyao slithers down the darkening streets. There was no reason not to stay late at work looking over the books these days, when there was no one to meet him back at home. Their Bond hadn't broken; he could still feel Lan Xichen out there somewhere. But he hadn't even had a chance to explain himself this time; even many days later, there are sore feelings remaining on both sides.
It's still cold enough to bother him. Though he's wearing the tubelike 'sweater' for his lower half, enchanted to keep him warm, even the layers of robes on his more human half barely feel like enough protection against the weather. His trip starts off fast enough, he has slowed a bit by the time he slides across the cobbles in front of the ambush site, clearly preoccupied with his own thoughts.]
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It's still cold enough to bother him. Though he's wearing the tubelike 'sweater' for his lower half, enchanted to keep him warm, even the layers of robes on his more human half barely feel like enough protection against the weather. His trip starts off fast enough, he has slowed a bit by the time he slides across the cobbles in front of the ambush site, clearly preoccupied with his own thoughts.]