[ and there's qi fang, looking up from his phone like he'd just been caught doing something illegal. quietly, he slips it into his back pocket and clears his throat. ]
Language.
[ he gestures towards the little faces, who all collectively haven't yet blinked once. creepy. ]
no subject
Language.
[ he gestures towards the little faces, who all collectively haven't yet blinked once. creepy. ]