[How could he not? He'll be at Wen Ning's side, and the other will be at his side, and there they will be, as long as they can. He smirks, a fang poking out from his mouth.]
...By the way, Wei Wuxian. Where were you, yesterday? You were gone for a while. Up to no good?
[STOP THIS IS THE TRUTH HE WAS IN THERE ALL DAY!! Doing normal human things.]
Hah! I did send him off with well wishes, at least, even if I couldn't dress him up nicely.
[Everyone should be glad he did not get to dress Wen Ning up, GOD. But that question has him humming, glancing skyward in consideration.]
--Well, I do have some messy business to finish up with, first. A dear Chief Cultivator to address - though I think Wen Ning is from a point in time farther ahead than my own. Nie Huaisang too, actually. [HOW WILL THAT FUCKIN WORK he has no idea.] After that... Who knows? I'll go where the chaos is, maybe.
Farther than your own? My, my. Time travel will be an issue...
[And definitely something they might have to work around. He frowns slightly at that. What will Wen Ning think, if Wei Wuxian didn't come home with them? Would there be another version of him there, who didn't remember a thing from these games?]
Ah, plans? Well, we were planning to go to his world when we left the island...so I don't think that's changed. [A short sigh.] You know...I'm not made to last for very long. So it feels so strange for me to...exist like this, and be able to look forward to a happy life together with him.
Mmmhm! It gives me a headache every time I try thinking about it, to be honest! Especially considering all the various different versions of the same realities that seem to exist out there, haha.
[Thots introduced him to the concept of the multiverse and it has ruined his life. He's just saving these issues for Tomorrow Wei Wuxian, who can try to parse things through before jumping through whatever portal they open up. Hopefully.
That has him cocking his head curiously! He has a lot of bird-adjacent mannerisms honestly, and the wings really sell it.]
You're not, hm? You're going to have to last quite a long time now, though! [Ah... The longevity of the undead.] You're going to be alright like that, mm? Strange - but the good sort, yes?
Really? I find it easy to understand, but...well, maybe that's just me!
[The next set of questions makes his face fall slightly, and for a moment, he casts his gaze out to the lake. When he speaks again, he looks back at Wei Wuxian awkwardly, as if a bit hesitant to ask.]
This might be an odd question, but...your cultivation arts. Can they make...holes?
[He says, on a light and chiming laugh. But then he's following Anaido's finger with his gaze, and watching him tap his forehead. His smile shifts a little; perhaps there's a sliver of apology? Sympathy? But it's hard to pinpoint.]
Mmm... Well! It'd be easy enough to make a physical hole, hah. But for any other sort... [A beat.] Are you looking to create one? Or are you asking for another reason?
[He closes his eyes, smiling to himself, like he knows what he says is ridiculous.]
The man behind me has a hole in his head. He can feel the cool breeze through it, and everything is clearer for him than it ever was before. And I....I want that, too.
[Oh my god, but softer. He drags his hand down over his face and sighs.]
I... I mean, if you wanted a physical hole, I could see what I can do? Though I'm not used to working with living beings, as a fair warning!
[He doesn't want to screw up giving Anaido a matching magical hole to Wen Ning's enormous chest punch hole and like kill him for real or something. Though then they can be a fierce corpse couple! Cute.]
[please don't kill him, [redacted] would happen and everyone would be sad]
Oh, it's okay, I can direct you through the whole thing! I've done it before several times. I know exactly where to hit to hopefully reduce my chances at dying!
[ANAIDO, DON'T ROPE PEOPLE INTO YOUR TREPANATION/HOLE MAKING/GOD KNOWS WHAT HOBBIES!!! NO!!!!!!!!!!!!!]
This. This is so much though. THIS IS SO MUCH. He is sweaty spaghetti but honestly he's still done weirder things even if this is really up there.]
Well, if you've got experience with it already... I don't see why we can't give it a go? [BAD????] I've been reading up a fair amount on modern medical texts in the last few months anyway, so between the two of us it should be fine enough.
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[How could he not? He'll be at Wen Ning's side, and the other will be at his side, and there they will be, as long as they can. He smirks, a fang poking out from his mouth.]
...By the way, Wei Wuxian. Where were you, yesterday? You were gone for a while. Up to no good?
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AS FOR THAT GODDAMN he really didn't expect anyone to notice his absence. He blinks, waving a hand.]
Hah, I'm only up to no good on Thursdays. [IT IS PERHAPS TOO EARLY TO BE MAKING MURDER JOKES and yet.] I was just resting for a bit, that's all.
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[There's a smile on his face that clearly says "yeah, I don't believe you".]
This really isn't the time for lying, Wei Wuxian.
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[(card voice from the distance) MURDER ON SCHEDULE
He just huffs out a little sigh at that, though. His head cants back and he rolls his heel against the sand.]
It's not a lie! I really wasn't up to anything. I spent the day with Wen Ning, stayed in his cabin when he was busy with his prenup.
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[FINE. KEEP YOUR TRUTH]
Say, Wei Wuxian, if we're able to leave this place and finish it all...where will you go?
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Hah! I did send him off with well wishes, at least, even if I couldn't dress him up nicely.
[Everyone should be glad he did not get to dress Wen Ning up, GOD. But that question has him humming, glancing skyward in consideration.]
--Well, I do have some messy business to finish up with, first. A dear Chief Cultivator to address - though I think Wen Ning is from a point in time farther ahead than my own. Nie Huaisang too, actually. [HOW WILL THAT FUCKIN WORK he has no idea.] After that... Who knows? I'll go where the chaos is, maybe.
[Said with a little quirking grin.]
Do the two of you have any plans?
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[And definitely something they might have to work around. He frowns slightly at that. What will Wen Ning think, if Wei Wuxian didn't come home with them? Would there be another version of him there, who didn't remember a thing from these games?]
Ah, plans? Well, we were planning to go to his world when we left the island...so I don't think that's changed. [A short sigh.] You know...I'm not made to last for very long. So it feels so strange for me to...exist like this, and be able to look forward to a happy life together with him.
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[Thots introduced him to the concept of the multiverse and it has ruined his life. He's just saving these issues for Tomorrow Wei Wuxian, who can try to parse things through before jumping through whatever portal they open up. Hopefully.
That has him cocking his head curiously! He has a lot of bird-adjacent mannerisms honestly, and the wings really sell it.]
You're not, hm? You're going to have to last quite a long time now, though! [Ah... The longevity of the undead.] You're going to be alright like that, mm? Strange - but the good sort, yes?
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[The next set of questions makes his face fall slightly, and for a moment, he casts his gaze out to the lake. When he speaks again, he looks back at Wei Wuxian awkwardly, as if a bit hesitant to ask.]
This might be an odd question, but...your cultivation arts. Can they make...holes?
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[He says, as if he can't consume and adapt to any chunk of information he comes across when given enough time. God.
But the awkward look has him curious, along with the question.]
...Depends on what sort of hole we're talking about, friend.
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[A light laugh, but then he sombers. There's a long pause, before he raises his hand.]
[As a reply to Wei Wuxian's question, he places an index finger against the right side of his forehead.]
...Here.
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[He says, on a light and chiming laugh. But then he's following Anaido's finger with his gaze, and watching him tap his forehead. His smile shifts a little; perhaps there's a sliver of apology? Sympathy? But it's hard to pinpoint.]
Mmm... Well! It'd be easy enough to make a physical hole, hah. But for any other sort... [A beat.] Are you looking to create one? Or are you asking for another reason?
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[He closes his eyes, smiling to himself, like he knows what he says is ridiculous.]
The man behind me has a hole in his head. He can feel the cool breeze through it, and everything is clearer for him than it ever was before. And I....I want that, too.
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...I don't think that's something I can help you with, then. If it's the clarity you're after.
[Though he gets the feeling Anaido knew that before asking.]
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[His face falls.]
Ah, Wen Ning said there might be ways...but I understand.
[But it was worth a try.]
Haha. Maybe I just need to get a drill, like last time...I can do it myself.
[........................???]
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--You - did you really put a hole through your head?
[ANAIDO?? Look he thought they were talking in a largely metaphoric sense here WHY.]
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Yes, I did. [said as casually as "i wore sunglasses today"] It isn't here now, but...ah, I miss it.
[ANAIDO]
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You want a real, physical hole back in your head? You're asking me if I can put a literal one right there, ah?
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[SO. CHEERFULLY.]
That's what the man behind me has. [And he puts a finger in the sand, and draws.............this???] It...changed my life.
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I... I mean, if you wanted a physical hole, I could see what I can do? Though I'm not used to working with living beings, as a fair warning!
[He doesn't want to screw up giving Anaido a matching magical hole to Wen Ning's enormous chest punch hole and like kill him for real or something. Though then they can be a fierce corpse couple! Cute.]
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Oh, it's okay, I can direct you through the whole thing! I've done it before several times. I know exactly where to hit to hopefully reduce my chances at dying!
[ANAIDO, DON'T ROPE PEOPLE INTO YOUR TREPANATION/HOLE MAKING/GOD KNOWS WHAT HOBBIES!!! NO!!!!!!!!!!!!!]
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This. This is so much though. THIS IS SO MUCH. He is sweaty spaghetti but honestly he's still done weirder things even if this is really up there.]
Well, if you've got experience with it already... I don't see why we can't give it a go? [BAD????] I've been reading up a fair amount on modern medical texts in the last few months anyway, so between the two of us it should be fine enough.