[ of all the things he thought might happen, it definitely wasn't any of that. the whistle is one thing, but the ghost—it makes his fur stand on end and goosebumps break out on his skin, threatened in a way he's only ever felt once or twice before. it's kind of a surprise to him that nothing dangerous ends up happening; just an open door and a response from Wei Wuxian like it's exactly what he intended on happening.
Del's mouth hangs open, at a loss for words. or rather, struggling with which ones to say. a lot of "what the hell was that," for one thing, but when all is said and done, there's only one thought that ends up rising above the others and making it out of his mouth. the dim shock fades from his expression, which falls flat with a different sort of disbelief. ]
Why didn't you just say you could do that in the first place?!
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Del's mouth hangs open, at a loss for words. or rather, struggling with which ones to say. a lot of "what the hell was that," for one thing, but when all is said and done, there's only one thought that ends up rising above the others and making it out of his mouth. the dim shock fades from his expression, which falls flat with a different sort of disbelief. ]
Why didn't you just say you could do that in the first place?!