( At the very least without so much struggle that Lan Wangji need negotiate his blade whispered free of her sheath. Besides — the rains only worsen, thick, glomp-glomp-glomp plopping drops that batter the umbrella's span, and Lan Wangji, who has never been discourteous enough to shed base manners briefly breaks away to give the blob a faint nod of greeting.
It waves its tiny, disconcerted arms even more feverishly. He considers, briefly, the merits of a bow — only he cannot perform it in passing, and Stephen Strange is just as likely to walk on and desert him in the rain, mid-feat.
Such is the way of ill-mannered, cantankerous and very peculiar wiza — )
The magic of the citadel. It... stifles your own? ( Why are they not surrounded in some bauble of crude force or the other and spared the indignity of the rain, sir. )
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( At the very least without so much struggle that Lan Wangji need negotiate his blade whispered free of her sheath. Besides — the rains only worsen, thick, glomp-glomp-glomp plopping drops that batter the umbrella's span, and Lan Wangji, who has never been discourteous enough to shed base manners briefly breaks away to give the blob a faint nod of greeting.
It waves its tiny, disconcerted arms even more feverishly. He considers, briefly, the merits of a bow — only he cannot perform it in passing, and Stephen Strange is just as likely to walk on and desert him in the rain, mid-feat.
Such is the way of ill-mannered, cantankerous and very peculiar wiza — )
The magic of the citadel. It... stifles your own? ( Why are they not surrounded in some bauble of crude force or the other and spared the indignity of the rain, sir. )