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// Wei Wuxian

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XIMILIA

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[blackfire]

Yes.

（ 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.

[singlelogbridge]

[He hums noncommittally and then turns his attention back to Itachi.]

What makes you ask?

[blackfire]

Curiosity.

（ he shakes his head after a moment. ）

It's of no matter. Drink your tea.

[singlelogbridge]

[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.]

I'll see you around.