He doesn't stop in his tracks -- he has a little too much forward momentum from Ingress tugging him along, and his legs are getting a little too wobbly -- but his eyes are wide as he takes in the view outside.
It's very... open. Free. Everyone is dressed so wildly differently from the other pedestrians, and they stand so careless and easy as they mill about near the entrance. They share affection without thought; they are laughing, joyous.
He opens his mouth. Nearly asks if Ingress is certain, even as his heart reaches forward, yearning, in recognition.
Who cares about the crowded broad avenue? I'll stick to my single-log bridge until it's dark.
"Yes," he agrees, and realizes he's smiling anew as they open the door.
This is the loudest place yet -- he almost winces, despite himself, as the music shivers against the bottom of his shoes. Lights bounce and strobe like lightning over a broad open space crowded with more people. (How many people even live in this city? They've hardly gone anywhere and he has not seen a single face twice.)
Naturally, as they go to fetch their latest round of drinks, Wei Wuxian is completely oblivious to the handful of appreciative glances turned both his and Ingress's way.
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Date: 2020-10-04 03:57 am (UTC)He doesn't stop in his tracks -- he has a little too much forward momentum from Ingress tugging him along, and his legs are getting a little too wobbly -- but his eyes are wide as he takes in the view outside.
It's very... open. Free. Everyone is dressed so wildly differently from the other pedestrians, and they stand so careless and easy as they mill about near the entrance. They share affection without thought; they are laughing, joyous.
He opens his mouth. Nearly asks if Ingress is certain, even as his heart reaches forward, yearning, in recognition.
Who cares about the crowded broad avenue? I'll stick to my single-log bridge until it's dark.
"Yes," he agrees, and realizes he's smiling anew as they open the door.
This is the loudest place yet -- he almost winces, despite himself, as the music shivers against the bottom of his shoes. Lights bounce and strobe like lightning over a broad open space crowded with more people. (How many people even live in this city? They've hardly gone anywhere and he has not seen a single face twice.)
Naturally, as they go to fetch their latest round of drinks, Wei Wuxian is completely oblivious to the handful of appreciative glances turned both his and Ingress's way.