[He really considers, when he looks up on his walk back to Bakugou's temple after lunch and spots a familiar bobbed haircut on a figure up ahead, just pretending he hadn't seen her. Their first conversation had been about as awkward as it was possible to imagine. He's still not sure what Shen Wei's possibly-dead ex might have been to her, he's desperately not thinking about what any of that conversation might have meant about him, and--
Oh, hell, is that a new temple behind her?
Are they neighbors?
The seductive thought of ducking his responsibilities fades under the harsh light of reality. He can't avoid her forever, not when there are so few newcomers, and the old gods mostly avoid the newbies. He definitely can't avoid her forever if she lives next door. And she probably won't start crying at him if she's not drunk, but, if she does, at least he's got tissues in his jacket pocket.
With a deep breath, he fixes a careless grin on his face and raises one hand in greeting.]
Zhu Hong - midday
Oh, hell, is that a new temple behind her?
Are they neighbors?
The seductive thought of ducking his responsibilities fades under the harsh light of reality. He can't avoid her forever, not when there are so few newcomers, and the old gods mostly avoid the newbies. He definitely can't avoid her forever if she lives next door. And she probably won't start crying at him if she's not drunk, but, if she does, at least he's got tissues in his jacket pocket.
With a deep breath, he fixes a careless grin on his face and raises one hand in greeting.]
Zhu Hong! You live out here now?