Loud and crowded as the club might be, Wei Wuxian isn't sure he wants to leave yet. It's so vibrant. It's like standing at the heart of something shimmering and gorgeously alive. And Ingress wanted to dance, and now he's ruining it by being maudlin -- maybe they can go back later? After curry. Yes.
"I love spicy food," he declares. "Lan Zhan never forgets to bring chili oil when we get dinner. My friends, my old friends, they would ask how I could taste anything at all because I would put so much spice on my food..."
Takeout boxes of curry in one hand, beers in the other, they amble to the patch of grass. Wei Wuxian does not sit so much as do a slow-motion collapse, quickly catching himself before he can topple over altogether.
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Date: 2020-10-04 03:16 pm (UTC)"I love spicy food," he declares. "Lan Zhan never forgets to bring chili oil when we get dinner. My friends, my old friends, they would ask how I could taste anything at all because I would put so much spice on my food..."
Takeout boxes of curry in one hand, beers in the other, they amble to the patch of grass. Wei Wuxian does not sit so much as do a slow-motion collapse, quickly catching himself before he can topple over altogether.