[ Despite his multitude of protests that he’s not good in a fight, he’s stripped down and thrown into the mud pit regardless, the stuff squelching underneath him, one hand held protectively to his chest to shield his Vision from the prying hands of the resort’s staff as he tries to get back up to his feet—
That voice stops him cold.
He stares up, shock and relief and sadness and gladness all wrestling for dominance as he takes in the sight of Midnight in all his glory.
The last time he’d seen the man had been when he’d been turned into a statue. The last time he’d seen Midnight alive had been that incident with the roulette, when Midnight had displayed an appalling disregard for his own life…
And now…now, he’s here like it’s nothing, and Baizhu’s trying very hard to convince himself that this is real, that it’s Midnight in the flesh, that he isn’t about to cry— ]
iii and shakes you!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
That voice stops him cold.
He stares up, shock and relief and sadness and gladness all wrestling for dominance as he takes in the sight of Midnight in all his glory.
The last time he’d seen the man had been when he’d been turned into a statue. The last time he’d seen Midnight alive had been that incident with the roulette, when Midnight had displayed an appalling disregard for his own life…
And now…now, he’s here like it’s nothing, and Baizhu’s trying very hard to convince himself that this is real, that it’s Midnight in the flesh, that he isn’t about to cry— ]
…Midnight?