Oh, don't be picky! A drink is a drink - it's not here to look pretty or taste like you spent your life's savings on it.
[WAVING A HAND... But as he's rummaging around in the cupboards, pushing aside cups to look for the bottles he nabbed, he spots something out of place in the back...
And he's reaching for it before his brain can catch up.]
Wait, hold on—!!
[NOOO-- TOO LITTLE, TOO LATE. The jar turns to dust, the barrier shoots up! They are... Trapped.
There are a lot of strong emotions here that the people on this boat would be hard-pressed to associate with Wei Wuxian. Through his eyes, Chuuya will experience a viciously self-satisfied smugness - a toothy, primal delight. I told you, didn't I? You deserve this. You deserve worse. Serves you right. This is what you asked for, and I don't break my promises.
He revels in the bloodbath, in the sickly green flames that light up his battlefield and the stench of the undead as wave upon wave of corpses stand still and ready for his orders. They've already drenched the ground in blood, but he isn't sated just yet. There are two who must die, absolutely must. And no matter how horrific the sights grow before him, no matter what he does to them, there's not a single shred of hesitation or regret. Just the sharp and bitter satisfaction of a hunger for vengeance being sated.]
ur lucky i spared u from the novel
[WAVING A HAND... But as he's rummaging around in the cupboards, pushing aside cups to look for the bottles he nabbed, he spots something out of place in the back...
And he's reaching for it before his brain can catch up.]
Wait, hold on—!!
[NOOO-- TOO LITTLE, TOO LATE. The jar turns to dust, the barrier shoots up! They are... Trapped.
And Chuuya gets to enjoy a nice little memory!
There are a lot of strong emotions here that the people on this boat would be hard-pressed to associate with Wei Wuxian. Through his eyes, Chuuya will experience a viciously self-satisfied smugness - a toothy, primal delight. I told you, didn't I? You deserve this. You deserve worse. Serves you right. This is what you asked for, and I don't break my promises.
He revels in the bloodbath, in the sickly green flames that light up his battlefield and the stench of the undead as wave upon wave of corpses stand still and ready for his orders. They've already drenched the ground in blood, but he isn't sated just yet. There are two who must die, absolutely must. And no matter how horrific the sights grow before him, no matter what he does to them, there's not a single shred of hesitation or regret. Just the sharp and bitter satisfaction of a hunger for vengeance being sated.]