( The problem, with this overeager, horrifying, terrifying skeledogge, is it moves to stand each time Wei Wuxian breaks melody. Only because it does hold, albeit with the soulless sockets of a pleading skull and canine complacency and belief in some inevitable reward for its misplaced loyalty, he can shift tactics.
Somewhat.
He lowers his flute, and he hums. Allowing some sense of answering between notes. )
Why. Locked. In. There.
( Each pause merits the lifting of the dog's head, before it lowers again, sighing without lungs at the delay. )
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( The problem, with this overeager, horrifying, terrifying skeledogge, is it moves to stand each time Wei Wuxian breaks melody. Only because it does hold, albeit with the soulless sockets of a pleading skull and canine complacency and belief in some inevitable reward for its misplaced loyalty, he can shift tactics.
Somewhat.
He lowers his flute, and he hums. Allowing some sense of answering between notes. )
Why. Locked. In. There.
( Each pause merits the lifting of the dog's head, before it lowers again, sighing without lungs at the delay. )