( So goes another round; the shark man watching with unblinking eyes before he downs that first glass, and Wei Wuxian finds part of him relaxing. Too much can be done with blood. Still too much can, and too little is needed, but half this seems a power play.
He's used to those. Used to losing those, especially at outset.
As it turns, he loses the next one himself, repeating the drip drip drop of blood into the shotglass: perhaps his partner at the table has had better luck? )
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He's used to those. Used to losing those, especially at outset.
As it turns, he loses the next one himself, repeating the drip drip drop of blood into the shotglass: perhaps his partner at the table has had better luck? )