[Snickering to himself, Wei Wuxian makes a show of raising his cup and taking a long drink. He gets it, Itachi has met his socializing quota for the day. With a long drag, he finishes his tea in one gulp (like a heathen) and then sets the cup back down.]
I'll be going. Thank you for the tea, Itachi. [As he rises and passes Itachi, he sets a hand on Itachi's shoulder, just for a moment, and then removes it again. It's probably pushing it given everything between them, but there's only so much he can do to resist his own nature.]
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( he thumbs at the lip of his clay mug, and then looks away. he recalls nothing of jōdo, but that does not mean much, given his death. )
Some of our religions follow the 'gods' I spoke to you of, but while their followers are devout, they are fewer.
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What makes you ask?
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( he shakes his head after a moment. )
It's of no matter. Drink your tea.
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I'll be going. Thank you for the tea, Itachi. [As he rises and passes Itachi, he sets a hand on Itachi's shoulder, just for a moment, and then removes it again. It's probably pushing it given everything between them, but there's only so much he can do to resist his own nature.]
I'll see you around.