Inbox: Ximilia

[singlelogbridge]

// Wei Wuxian

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XIMILIA

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[construing]

〈 her sigh, the slipping on of the jacket are all very exaggerated to show exactly how much of an auntie he's being. 〉 Offended by shoulders, 〈 she complains without any real argument behind it.

gwen holds out her arms in the (too big for her) jacket. 〉

Are we happy now?

[singlelogbridge]

[Look, when he hugged her, she was cold!

In response to her question he beams at her.]

Yes. [He carefully stores the photo album inside of his qiankun pouch and then grabs a jacket of his own, sighing and then gesturing for her to follow him.]

Alright, let's go take care of this already. I'll be glad to see the end of this one.

[construing]

I thought you're very good with haunted buildings. 〈 😌 〉

[singlelogbridge]

I'm great with haunted buildings! But this orb made hungry dogs. [He says it casually because it's the only way he can admit it to her, eyes looking anywhere but at her.]

It must die, Gwen.

[construing]

〈 she winces sympathetically. 〉 Oh, not dogs.

〈 a phrase that anywhere else would be a punchline, but here is meant seriously.

sliding her arm through his, she gives him a quick hug. 〉

Let's go do whatever is the equivalent of punching an orb in the face. Repeatedly. With a chair.

[singlelogbridge]

[Grateful for the hug and the lack of questions, he smiles at her and then nods.]

I like the sound of that plan. Let's go.