Thankfully, Mun was one of the kind strangers. He was the type of guy who'd see a sick horse, take it in and nurse it back into health before setting it free into the wild. The type of guy that apologises to people like Khalinda for existing.
Maybe he's exaggerating, he's not that nice. He's a great host at best. If great hosts allow random strangers, who happened to get kicked out of their house naked, in their home that is.
Nevertheless, Mun is the best person he could have ever met after his descent. If he met some psycho or average street bully instead, he would be levelling the entire world into the ground for the disrespect.
Now, he's sat at someone's table, nursing a warm cup of herbal tea, in comfortable clothes. Clothes! He got clothes!
Mun promised and he fulfilled! Went above and beyond as well, because whatever he was wearing was leagues better than what he used to wear to the big C's tea parties.
"Enjoying yourself?" Mun asked, as he walked into the room with a tray of snacks.
"Of course! The tea is finely brewed and the clothes are very comfortable as well. Are those snacks I'm seeing? You're simply too kind to me!" He wasn't lying, the hospitality seemed a bit extreme. In fact, the reason he has never experienced this kind of treatment is because no one in the void cares about mundane things such as 'hospitality'.
"Ah that's great then! I must ask you to brace yourself, because my younger brother could walk into the room at any moment." Mun explained, cradling his own cup of tea.
With a mouth full of local delicacies, Soren responded, "You have a brother? I couldn't have guessed by how the house looked." House was a humble word to describe the massive cobblestone mansion Mun lives in.
"He doesn't live with me since he's the emperor of the southern region so he has better things to do." He choked on a pastry.
"Excuse me, you're related to an emperor?!" What a turn of events! He gets picked up by someone who happened to be related to the most powerful person in this world! In what world does that happen? This one apparently!
"Ah yes, Yanxi is a rather prominent figure…"
"Doesn't that make you a prince? But why aren't you emperor? You mentioned your brother was younger so why did he take the throne instead?"
"Ah, I'm not a prince actually. I'm the current ruler of the western region." There was a pregnant pause.
"…"
"…"
"You're a king?!" Oh, the horrors! Instead of getting picked up by a very well-off aristocrat, he gets picked up by a wandering king instead!
"Well… yes?" He had the sudden urge to just flash out of existence.
"Why didn't you tell me?"
"I thought you knew!" Did he know his mysterious saviour was a king? No! Absolutely not! He wasn't given a leaflet containing all the information about every single particle of this world!
"If I knew, I would've run away from you! Naked! Flashing everyone I come across!"
"…Please don't do that. I thought that everyone in the region already knew…" He would've known if he was from this world! But he's most certainly not from here! Mun seemed to have got the message, if the awkward silence is anything to go by.
For a man with such a high position, he sure had a lot of free time. What did a king even do? Rule a kingdom or sit around having tea parties with strangers? Because it was leaning dangerously towards the latter.
Actually, Mun didn't even look like a king. He dressed so modestly, with a simple white shirt with white cuffs and collars and a pair of black pants. His brown hair was tied into a low ponytail, keeping it out of the way but letting it flow freely at the same time. He also had a pair of glasses on to frame those oh so beautiful amber eyes of his.
"Do you own a cape? I think it would look so cool on you." He tried to ease the mood a little, it seemed to have worked, because the bewilderment on Mun's face could not possibly be faked in such a short amount of time.
"Me? —" No, not you, I'm to talking to the wall. "—Well, I don't own a cape. I don't think it would be practical." You hosting tea parties is not practical but who's complaining?
"Well, consider buying a cape. It would suit you, you certainly would look kinglier with a cool cape billowing behind you everywhere you go." He ate another pastry, because what was a man to do? God or not, he's eating free food if he's offered some.
"Hmm –" Then the door bursts open revealing a well-dressed man with an intricate crown adorning his head.
"Mun?! Are you alright? I sensed another presence and –" and he tripped on his own clothes and fell face flat onto the ground. Talk about first impressions, he's starting to doubt the reliability of the rulers of this world.
"Ah! Yanxi, are you alright? If you are I want you to meet my new friend! I found him naked in the Azalea fields." And there went his element of surprise.
"You took in a naked man?!" He's much more than a naked man!
"He looked lost!"
"What if he killed you?! Poison! In your own home?!" Doesn't being naked eliminate all possibilities of being poisoned? If he were to possess poison, he would have to shove it up his ass.
"What can a mere mortal do to poison me? I can't die!" Excuse his weakening ears, did he just get referred to as 'a mere mortal'?! Blasphemy! How dare these people assume such things of him?!
"With how innovative and evolutionary these humans are I wouldn't doubt they'd be able to engineer a drug that can kill gods." Yanxi, the clumsy emperor as Soren had started to dub him as, drawled.
"Excuse me! How dare you assume I'm just a 'mere human'! Just because I got kicked out of my place within my kin doesn't mean that I'm some helpless human man!"
"So, you are dangerous!" Yanxi pulled out a sword from Khalinda knows where, probably from deep within his ass but who gives a shit?
"Are you even listening to me?!" He yelled back, because the audacity of this so-called emperor is unbelievably huge.
"Why don't we all sit down and discuss this over a cup of tea?"
"Shut up Mun!" They both yelled at Mun. Poor guy, he just wanted to calm the situation, but did he think tea and snacks could calm them down.
The answer was, yes. Tea and snacks could prevent two homicides if the quality was good enough. Fortunately for the world, Mun had the patience of a stone statue and the cooking skills of a master chef.
Yanxi and Soren were easily convinced to set aside their differences for a discussion disguised as a tea party.
Yanxi was struggling to look prim and proper while trying not to poke and prod his sides with a sharp butter knife. His imperial robes were being used as a napkin which, in his opinion, was an insult to the tailor. Is this socially acceptable in this world? If she saw the state of those pretty clothes, Yanxi would be a crying mess after she's done with him.
He suddenly shuddered at the thought of her peering behind his back watching him with her judgy eyes, questioning why he's sitting anywhere near a heathen like Yanxi.
"Are you cold Soren?"
"No, I'm just deathly allergic to messy eaters." Yanxi threw a plate at him, which, first of all, rude! He hadn't even touched the guy yet here he is, harassing him at every opportune moment.
"You know you could just say you hate me instead of throwing all sorts of things at my face. If I'm scarred for life, I'll shove that sword right up your ass where it should be."
"Is that a threat?!"
"TEA TIME—is neutral ground. No fighting. Yanxi, stop throwing things at Soren, you're leaving a bad impression on out family. Soren, please stop threatening my brother, I really want you guys to get along."
"You ask him politely, but make demands when it's me?!" Mun will never be a good mediator.
He felt bad for the guy. Though honestly? If he were Yanxi, he would be mad if his older brother suddenly brought some stranger into their home as well. Truly, what was going on in Mun's head when he saw poor ol' naked Soren?
'Oh! This poor scared child must be so lost! I have to take him in!', probably.
Right now, the two brothers were at each other's throats. Well, Yanxi more than Mun anyways. He didn't think Mun could hurt a fly actually. He seemed so kind.
They were still going at it though, Yanxi seemed rightfully pissed off. Mun was allowing himself to be hit and berated as if he's resigned himself to his fate. He decided then, that Mun has suffered enough abuse and decided to step in before things escalated.
"Aren't you two brothers? Why are you guys acting like arch nemeses? At least show a united front in front of others so they don't take advantage of you!" That seemed to have worked, because both of them halted their squabble to take a good look at him.
Which kind of made him lose all the confidence he had gathered up to speak. Personally, he doesn't think he's very pleasing to look at. Usually, his bright aura would bar anyone from setting their sights upon him. But as he was banished to be in the lesser realm, his aura had to go.
He didn't know what he looked underneath his cloak of brightness. Naturally, he thought he'd look pretty average compared to the other Void Masters, but compared to lesser beings… he's not so sure.
"Why do you look so much like a homeless prostitute?" Yanxi pointed out.
"I beg your most finest fucking pardon?!"
The audacity! This presumptuous— ugh! Was Yanxi just biologically insufferable or is that part of his natural human repellent?
"Yanxi that's rude."
"Are you sure he didn't get kicked out of a brothel?" This guy… if Mun hadn't saved him, he would've strangled this guy five times over.
"I'm going to kill you!" He shrieked before he lunged for the emperor, knocking off everything on the table. Poor Mun looked so faint. He was getting tired of the drama too, but he's not going to sit there and get called a prostitute by some uncivilized emperor who can't even keep a polite conversation for more than 5 minutes.
Who even made him emperor? Which idiot decided that nominating an aggressive bull-headed guy as emperor was a good idea? WHICH GUY?! He'd like to have some words with this person because they obviously didn't know who exactly they were crowning.
He was so enraged, Mun had to practically pull him off of Yanxi who he was in the middle of clawing at.
"Why do you hate me so much?! What'd I do to you?! And why do you think so lowly of me?! You don't even know me! You pretentious peacock! If only you were as pretty as one! Poser!"
Mun groaned into his palms.
Yanxi was too busy spitting out endearing insults back.
He was contemplating whether he should throw a table at the emperor.
He knows execution was practically singing to him like a siren's call with how much he's throwing hands with the emperor, but he can't find it in him to care. All he knew then was that; he really needed to put this arrogant fool in his place.
He didn't do that though, because Mun practically burst into tears mid fight and all the grudges then and there dissipated. This was what? The third fight that occurred and was interrupted in one single day? He didn't count, why would he? It's such an insignificant thing to take note of.