He's bent over his knees, giggling helplessly with the side of his hand pressed to his mouth. "Yes," he manages. "Well done, Ingress."
Seriously, that was beautiful. Such grace! Such precision! What a great friend he's found.
He adds the knife to one of the duck satchel's inner pockets, then, realizing Ingress has been carrying the bag all night, cheerfully slings it over his shoulder as they keep walking. A few alleys later, they're back on a well-lit street; it looks a little quieter than the others, a bit more polished. Ahead of them is -- maybe it's another drinking establishment? The name's in such a curly, elaborate script that even Milliways' translation magic gives up on trying to make sense of it. (Though Wei Wuxian's intoxication certainly doesn't help, either.)
And the doors are gold.
He's starting to laugh again. "What is that? Should we go see?"
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Seriously, that was beautiful. Such grace! Such precision! What a great friend he's found.
He adds the knife to one of the duck satchel's inner pockets, then, realizing Ingress has been carrying the bag all night, cheerfully slings it over his shoulder as they keep walking. A few alleys later, they're back on a well-lit street; it looks a little quieter than the others, a bit more polished. Ahead of them is -- maybe it's another drinking establishment? The name's in such a curly, elaborate script that even Milliways' translation magic gives up on trying to make sense of it. (Though Wei Wuxian's intoxication certainly doesn't help, either.)
And the doors are gold.
He's starting to laugh again. "What is that? Should we go see?"