xie lian gives wei wuxian a little smile, though it's a bit empty as he lets him chatter. it's mostly because he's thinking - far in the past is one way to describe it. what's eight hundred years to a god. granted, of course xie lian remembers xian le more than anything, but the idea of this being anything but "no, no, i'm old" is wild.
the questions get a more enthusiastic answer, a shake of his head. ] I haven't looked at much of anything! I'd like to see them, if you wouldn't mind showing me the way. [ or accompanying him... he'd like the company, but how do you ask for that. ]
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xie lian gives wei wuxian a little smile, though it's a bit empty as he lets him chatter. it's mostly because he's thinking - far in the past is one way to describe it. what's eight hundred years to a god. granted, of course xie lian remembers xian le more than anything, but the idea of this being anything but "no, no, i'm old" is wild.
the questions get a more enthusiastic answer, a shake of his head. ] I haven't looked at much of anything! I'd like to see them, if you wouldn't mind showing me the way. [ or accompanying him... he'd like the company, but how do you ask for that. ]