( Act... casual. In a sea of fish and folly and the roulette still performing a vague, indelicate spin, where the whale's twist-turned it.
Act casual, yet Lan Wangji suspects: there is no need for the whale to request a superior, not when information must surely reside with each of its purveyors. The octopus — who sulks and shifts and crawls forward, the lattice of its tentacles slipped behind it — cannot hope to deliver what his subordinate withholds. )
Should there be weapons, stay at my back.
( Since they are apparently trading instructions.
Yet here master Crassus has come, wet of his drip-drip a drool-like trail behind him, as he heaves and thrusts himself, collapsing onto the nearest chair that wobbles with a worn-in creak. Lan Wangji waits, patiently, penitently. And the octopus, at long last, speaks: )
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( Act... casual. In a sea of fish and folly and the roulette still performing a vague, indelicate spin, where the whale's twist-turned it.
Act casual, yet Lan Wangji suspects: there is no need for the whale to request a superior, not when information must surely reside with each of its purveyors. The octopus — who sulks and shifts and crawls forward, the lattice of its tentacles slipped behind it — cannot hope to deliver what his subordinate withholds. )
Should there be weapons, stay at my back.
( Since they are apparently trading instructions.
Yet here master Crassus has come, wet of his drip-drip a drool-like trail behind him, as he heaves and thrusts himself, collapsing onto the nearest chair that wobbles with a worn-in creak. Lan Wangji waits, patiently, penitently. And the octopus, at long last, speaks: )
So you won the hand, did you? Which one?