kris wu yi fan looks out into the crowd, smiling brightly as his eyes peer over the dozens of hundreds of signs that spell out his name in bright neon colors— but there’s one that catches his eye. he squints a bit, lowering his microphone as he’s rapping to ‘two moons’, reading it quietly.
“WHAT ARE YOU DOING TO HELP SAVE THE MANATEES, KRIS? WHAT HAVE YOU DONE FOR THE ENVIRONMENT?”
and it hits him— he drops the mic.
he’s flabbergasted. he’s done nothing.