#hanzhuque

Zitao had to admit it was a bit unusual for no one to enter the cafe in nearly an hour, the workers had even disappeared somewhere in the back once the two men were handed their beverages. Zitao was only a few feet away from the stranger who had turned in his direction, a confound expression evident in his features. The man pursed his lips and with a light click with his tongue, spoke soon after. “I suppose it’s unusual, but…maybe nobody else wants coffee right now? Though, it’s the evening and it’s pretty chill outside so something warm must be attractive to most people…”

and that's when he realises and he's chuckling. right, not everyone is used to seeing me play with my butterfly knife. he blinks, as if baffled but hardly, though the latter doesn't need to know. then, he's flicking his wrist to conceal the blade of the weapon and holds it up in mock surrender. "chill—'m a lil sad ya don't remember me, nor do you remember i like playin' with knives, hm."

She shoved her heels against the ground, nudging herself against the wall, pressing her back tightly to it to try to stop the blood flow. Xuan-mei could hear her fellow bandits clearing out, overwhelmed at the unexpected presence of soldiers. She closed her eyes, letting out a soft huff of a bitter laugh. She'd known they were being cocky, pillaging at dusk. The sky was just starting to get dark now. She began to look around her in the little alley, noticing an open window on the ground floor. With a grunt, Xuan-mei crawled on her hands and knees to get to it, her hands clutching the edge of the sill to pull herself up enough to peek inside. She was checking for any people at home, and what room it was. Maybe she could rifle through their medicines and find something...

She laughed lightly at the inquiry; the confusion on the man’s face was enough to tell her that he had no clue what she was talking about. “It looks a little like a board, and it detects vibrations to make a sound for an electric guitar,” she explained, smiling. “That’s about the only difference between an electric guitar and this…” Sehyun glanced down and ran slender fingers against the neck of her acoustic guitar.

At the question of special meanings to the name, Sehyun flashed a smile, ”Yeah, it does. Because insignia as a word means a symbol of something; anything-- we're called Insignia, because to us, the band means something and we're hoping that to the fans, we represent something important as well!“

She grinned, “And Yifan,” the foreign name rolled off her tongue with a minimal accent to the Chinese name. “He's our drummer. Yeah, that's us. We're called Insignia.”

“We're a co-ed rock band! Two boys and two girls. I'm the leader."

yes good! i was worried bc world building 'n all