#// see translation: i'm Sort Of sorry for inhaling all $200 worth of food without telling you i'm actually a dog

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It’s late. It’s always late whenever he finally tails Mercy, but this time it’s a little different. Jie loped up the rickety stairs two at a time and made it to the top in two minutes flat. Door handle undone by his elbow, he stepped out to the roof. Though his body is still battered and bruised from the last mark, his clothes are in near perfect condition. Not a speck of blood in sight - hell, even his shirt was ironed. Couple that with a giant wicker basket and an ice filled metal bucket, and he was sure he looked nothing short of a clown.

Jie cleared his throat rather loudly to announce his presence upon approach. “I come in peace,” he said slowly — carefully, as if speaking to a spooked animal, “got not one, but two buckets of chicken and some drinks.”