Kong, Jean, Sean, & Open to anyone - at the table, close to the beginning of dinner
As the voice of the woman rang into his ears over the roar of dinner, Kong’s head would lift and his frame would pivot in her direction. “I did not mean to bump into you,” he offered, voice quiet and delicate. The words struggled to make it to their destination, a Monarch fluttering in a hailstorm. He could tell by her tone, though, that she meant no outward harm.
Though it was his friend Sean’s quieter tone that settled the Wind of the East moreso than anything. The relief was evident in the set shoulders and the line of his jaw. Kong would turn in Sean’s direction, same as he had done for Jean. Warmth and color would flood into pale skin. “My friend,” he greeted.
Knowing he was of the kind whom had manners, once more his attention went toward the woman. “Jean,” Kong repeated, leaning closer to her as if to be loud enough to be heard, “It is my honor to meet you. I am Kong Liu.” A bow of ceremony would be offered to her - a slight bend at the waist and then he was back at his full height.