They like to do things like that. Build up hope and then snatch it away, you know?
[DEMONS!!!!
But he just nods at that. He doesn't - entirely get Anaido all the time. They're like people who walk on opposite sides of the street but head in the same general direction. He can understand having a too-full head, even if he's sure they experience different flavors of it.]
Soup unfortunately can't do much for that, but it can get the snot out of your nose, at least.
[Dear sir do not cry, he doesn't know how to handle people emoting.]
Hah - that's nothing to thank me for, you know! [But he just hates being thanked in general and wiggles his way fastly from any genuine iteration of it. He reaches out, gently patting Anaido's shoulder.]
Want to head back with me, then? Or shall I bring the soup to you?
[He shudders...and then nods, moving to pull himself up. His face is settled into an easy smile, like before. He can pull himself together, he thinks, even as he closes his eyes and just wipes out the numbers in front of him with his shoe.]
It's really cold! [And he grins turning to Wei Wuxian.] Hot soup would be the best - I'm coming with you!
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[DEMONS!!!!
But he just nods at that. He doesn't - entirely get Anaido all the time. They're like people who walk on opposite sides of the street but head in the same general direction. He can understand having a too-full head, even if he's sure they experience different flavors of it.]
Soup unfortunately can't do much for that, but it can get the snot out of your nose, at least.
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[He sniffles again, but...it almost sounds like he's on the verge of crying.]
...Wei Wuxian. You're very nice to me. Thank you.
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Hah - that's nothing to thank me for, you know! [But he just hates being thanked in general and wiggles his way fastly from any genuine iteration of it. He reaches out, gently patting Anaido's shoulder.]
Want to head back with me, then? Or shall I bring the soup to you?
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[He shudders...and then nods, moving to pull himself up. His face is settled into an easy smile, like before. He can pull himself together, he thinks, even as he closes his eyes and just wipes out the numbers in front of him with his shoe.]
It's really cold! [And he grins turning to Wei Wuxian.] Hot soup would be the best - I'm coming with you!
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Then let's get some hot soup in you before you turn into an icicle, ah?
[AND AWAY THEY GO... Away from the scuffed out numbers and the snow, off to drown their sorrows in hangover soup.]