Tittle-tittle.. No Tittle!

It was a normal day. Him and Liu-shidi were on a mission together, because sect leader said that “Omg! You guys are so close if we compare to last time we had met. Maybe you could partner up for one mission?” Well… of course it wasn’t really like that, but themes are the same. Back to us. Me and shidi got reed from all the monster-like-demon stuff in that lame village, but for one moment I stopped playing attention to monsters and two of them got me by surprise— they were super dirty creatures and my clothes of course got dirty too! And Liu-shidis because he “wasn’t planning but they got you tied up!” And as a result we both are still covered in mud and stinky water. flying to the sect on a sword would take too much time and my strength, both moral and physical. so with indignation on both sides we came to the conclusion that it was worth staying and washing the dirt off ourselves here.

but then something unexpected happened.

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They have just returned - wet, stinking, covered from head to toe in the slimy traces of a subspecies creature I very clearly remember not provoking. People in the hall stared. Then flinched. The barkeep took one look and pointed to a side door, grunted and nodded towards a barrel. It wasn't very elegant. It wasn't very warm. But it was water. And it didn’t dissolve skin. So.

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— Ah, shidi… don’t move. He came closer and carefully began to wipe his face - first his cheeks, then his forehead and chin. He endured, gritting his teeth. — This is not ordinary mucus. It was a mutation, Shen said hoarsely.— A subspecies. And... It seems that their secretions are aggressive to tissue. See? And he was right. Some parts of their robes was ..melting? . . . . . Shen Qingqiu tried not to look or speak something weird out loud in front of his shidi, but the way Liu Qinge looked in that moment was comparable to god. Not the god of war but god of beauty. He raised his hand, and the fabric of his sleeve slowly disappeared, as if it were being eaten away by acid. — Excellent, Shen cursed, stepped back, and looked at his clothes. — I think I have another set. Maybe two… He paused. Dark skin beneath the wet, disappearing fabric. Damp strands of hair clinging to his neck. Shen took a step back and He could feel himself blushing more with every passing minute, and to spare himself further torment, he told shidi to go wash up first. He reasoned — a bit too quickly — that shidi was the one covered in the most slime anyway, while he just needed to change his outer robe and rinse his hands.