( and wei ying watches in the corner of his eye as huaisang undergoes his own quest to deal with the foreign orange goop. it seems successful enough, since the man sinks down beside him again and regards his hand with lingering disdain.

the question earns a wrinkle of his nose and a vague shake of his head. ) I think I'll live to see another day - ( an arm lifts now, though, to jab a teasing knuckle at huaisang's arm or leg or whatever is nearest. ) ah, but if I don't, consider preparing something heartfelt to say while you cry over my corpse. A-Cheng would probably just say 'good riddance', so as long as it's better than that, you'll do fine.