"Age is relative. We're all young because we aren't them."

Wu Xie fixes his hair by simply running his hand through it, letting the messy locks fall however they want. It never was really that important anyways, unless he had to impress someone. Since his list of people he wanted to impress did not make it with him, he was just not going to care.

"Aziraphale?" He squints at the guy, nose crinkling before he chuckles. "I'm Wu Xie."