[ it's not that he wants to go for the "festivities" as they were so cheekily coined by their resident shadow entity. part of him, the petulant and childish part that digs his heels in with more determination and principle than most humans have, wants to stay at home with his husband just to see what happens. because tossing what he sees as a summons from a person, creature, unknown factor would be more than satisfying.
but he can't deny that there is a risk. it's better to go, to see for himself and to gather as much intel on their situation as he can. so, he taps his knuckles against the door jamb to announce his presence, already dressed. ]
( to say he's dressed is more like to say he's dressed sort of. it seems even the suspiciously unscientific nature of this place has found wu yu's frame difficult to clothe, but the fabric is all quite fine including the tie that rests draped around wu yu's neck like it's optional. beyond information gathering, the ominous statement of 'it could be worse' hangs over him, an irritatingly effective threat wu yu finds himself annoyingly more receptive to because there is so much here he does not understand.
at least bu chonghua, he understands. and while he would rather not have him subjected to some of the things they have already been talking around, it would be a lie to say part of wu yu isn't relieved to have him here too. ostensibly alive.
the unique angles of wu yu's ring wordlessly declare: and we will keep it that way.
he lifts his head from fussing with the tie, thrown unpleasantly backward in time to when he forewent it entirely. what need had a drug lord's daughter's bodyguard of a full suit? indeed, later, even an envoy, less so. the silk slips through his scarred fingers and he sighs. )
Yeah...
( when bu chonghua comes in, wu yu is still losing against the tie, but otherwise he's head-to-toe black, ankles a flash of white at the hem of his pants, because even if they are loose, they are at least not too long. )
I don't really need this do I?
( who are they dressing for anyway? in the end he could not get an answer that was anything to work with from...whoever he was talking to. right. )
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but he can't deny that there is a risk. it's better to go, to see for himself and to gather as much intel on their situation as he can. so, he taps his knuckles against the door jamb to announce his presence, already dressed. ]
Are you ready?
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at least bu chonghua, he understands. and while he would rather not have him subjected to some of the things they have already been talking around, it would be a lie to say part of wu yu isn't relieved to have him here too. ostensibly alive.
the unique angles of wu yu's ring wordlessly declare: and we will keep it that way.
he lifts his head from fussing with the tie, thrown unpleasantly backward in time to when he forewent it entirely. what need had a drug lord's daughter's bodyguard of a full suit? indeed, later, even an envoy, less so. the silk slips through his scarred fingers and he sighs. )
Yeah...
( when bu chonghua comes in, wu yu is still losing against the tie, but otherwise he's head-to-toe black, ankles a flash of white at the hem of his pants, because even if they are loose, they are at least not too long. )
I don't really need this do I?
( who are they dressing for anyway? in the end he could not get an answer that was anything to work with from...whoever he was talking to. right. )