sunday seven, because rules exist to be broken

This is the beginning of something that was meant to be a small funny thing but then my plan grew and it's now become a monster I'm terrified of touching.

Zhao Yunlan is standing in the middle of his apartment, looking around at the randomly discarded clothes on the floor, trying to find a shirt to wear, when he hears the delivery guy knocking on his door. Fuck it, he decides and goes to receive his food while only wearing jeans—the delivery man has probably seen worse.
 

He throws the door open without paying much attention, half-staring at a sock dropped by the fridge, foregoing a greeting and instead asking, “How much do I owe y—“
 

He cuts himself off when he looks up and realizes The Black Cloaked Envoy is standing in front of him. Stunned, Zhao Yunlan blinks at him. A second later, the Envoy says, “Good evening, Chief Zhao. I apologize for the abrupt meeting—“ he takes a pause, glancing behind Zhao Yunlan, “—but there’s something we must talk about urgently.”