[The lingering piece of something not his makes him pause in surprise. It didn't come out of Wei Wuxian's lips... His eyes narrow.
And then the face he makes confirms Wei Wuxian's suspicions, but it also looks incredibly put-off by it. He seems to have a kind of resilient fortitude for the aching sting the tattoos are giving even when he looks twelve. Hm.
There's really nothing to his expression except the occasional bend to his brows.]
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And then the face he makes confirms Wei Wuxian's suspicions, but it also looks incredibly put-off by it. He seems to have a kind of resilient fortitude for the aching sting the tattoos are giving even when he looks twelve. Hm.
There's really nothing to his expression except the occasional bend to his brows.]
I can hear you.