Seiji sat down next to Shaoqing as they gathered into a small house with a couple of the clan members. It was a normal home with it's typical amount of furniture, if not a bit outdated and extremely dusty. Shaoqing was looking around, disgusted, and tapping his foot on the ground anxiously. Seiji stared at him for a moment, finding this a bit amusing.
"Okay, this is disgusting," Shaoqing said, jumping up and making his way into the kitchen. Only a few moments later, he came back looking like he's going to be sick. "Excuse me."
"Are you okay?" Seiji asked, standing up in worry as Shaoqing ran to the back yard. Seiji glanced over at Everett and Yongliang, who were already in the room, before jumping up and running out of the house after Shaoqing.
"Shaoqing hates mess," Yongliang told Everett, noticing the look of concern on his face. "And to be fair, it really stinks in here too."
