[ Wei Wuxian's eyes are on Sunday, picking up every detail he can from the man's responses. That might give him away a little, how quick his gaze is, how it contrasts with the laissez faire attitude he puts on. Wei Wuxian doesn't care, except that he does, he just doesn't talk about it until he has to. He waits, he bides his time, he observes.
The introduction is appreciated and thankfully, "Sunday" isn't a word where he's from so he has no intention of commenting on it. It's just the man's name as far as he's concerned. He'll follow to the table, sitting across from Sunday and listening to him speak. Yes, they're both Wildcards. He wonders when he'll get his designation, what it might be.
A hum, thoughtful, in response while he uncovers a plate. It's not a breakfast he's familiar with. Eggs, yes, but what is this bread thing? It looks like a dessert. (It's French Toast.) ]
It's all hedonism, seeing how far they can push. From what I can tell, the yin energy here is in abundance and the ghosts relish in it. It would take an immense amount of power to flush it all out, so it's probably been like this for years.
[ A shrug and he takes a bite of bacon. It reminds him of Yi City, in a way, and just how mired in yin energy it was. The fact that the ghosts here aren't in hiding, aren't afraid of the people but feed off of them instead, interact with them consistently — it's enough to know that this is their domain and the guests here are just guests. ]
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The introduction is appreciated and thankfully, "Sunday" isn't a word where he's from so he has no intention of commenting on it. It's just the man's name as far as he's concerned. He'll follow to the table, sitting across from Sunday and listening to him speak. Yes, they're both Wildcards. He wonders when he'll get his designation, what it might be.
A hum, thoughtful, in response while he uncovers a plate. It's not a breakfast he's familiar with. Eggs, yes, but what is this bread thing? It looks like a dessert. (It's French Toast.) ]
It's all hedonism, seeing how far they can push. From what I can tell, the yin energy here is in abundance and the ghosts relish in it. It would take an immense amount of power to flush it all out, so it's probably been like this for years.
[ A shrug and he takes a bite of bacon. It reminds him of Yi City, in a way, and just how mired in yin energy it was. The fact that the ghosts here aren't in hiding, aren't afraid of the people but feed off of them instead, interact with them consistently — it's enough to know that this is their domain and the guests here are just guests. ]