[ It's the difference there between Wei Wuxian being a social butterfly and Sunday... not. For Wei Wuxian, even this short amount of conversation has been invigorating and fun for him — so why wouldn't he enjoy this man's company? Sure, it could change if he started to treat Wei Wuxian poorly but he doesn't think it will. So, he's enjoying himself.
But the request is easy enough to meet and he considers, reaches out with his senses to see what he can call.
Then, he whistles. Slow and melodic, he imbues it with the command serve us and waits then for something to respond to his call.
It doesn't take long until a black fog like spirit slips through underneath the door, chilling the room drastically and darkening the space around them, making the lights flicker. There's the sound of a malicious sort of laughter, faraway almost, and the aura of the room becomes a bit treacherous. Ghostly hands reach out from the blackness to... do what Sunday asked for. Pours them both tea, sets it up, slices the bread easily and serves them.
Wei Wuxian, meanwhile, doesn't look bothered by this at all. He sips the tea after it's served and responds with a cheery — ]
Thank you!
[ But the malicious ghost hanging in the air doesn't disappear just yet, as Wei Wuxian hasn't commanded it to. Instead, he looks at Sunday and raises an eyebrow. ]
I can ask it to become corporeal if you want, but there's no telling what it is. It seems to just be a spirit that haunts the place. Which makes sense as I wasn't looking for anyone specific.
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But the request is easy enough to meet and he considers, reaches out with his senses to see what he can call.
Then, he whistles. Slow and melodic, he imbues it with the command serve us and waits then for something to respond to his call.
It doesn't take long until a black fog like spirit slips through underneath the door, chilling the room drastically and darkening the space around them, making the lights flicker. There's the sound of a malicious sort of laughter, faraway almost, and the aura of the room becomes a bit treacherous. Ghostly hands reach out from the blackness to... do what Sunday asked for. Pours them both tea, sets it up, slices the bread easily and serves them.
Wei Wuxian, meanwhile, doesn't look bothered by this at all. He sips the tea after it's served and responds with a cheery — ]
Thank you!
[ But the malicious ghost hanging in the air doesn't disappear just yet, as Wei Wuxian hasn't commanded it to. Instead, he looks at Sunday and raises an eyebrow. ]
I can ask it to become corporeal if you want, but there's no telling what it is. It seems to just be a spirit that haunts the place. Which makes sense as I wasn't looking for anyone specific.