Her teeth could be a shark's, for all he cares; they're still not nearly as frightening as a dog's. In fact, he'd rather punch a shark than face a puppy! But that's a different and (for now) unimportant story.
Oh, now she's drinking? Perhaps surprisingly, he's starting to lose even his great taste for alcohol, with this conversation topic.
"It's never only the young men who suffer. It's their families who suffer as well, directly or indirectly. There's people losing their homes, their possessions, their access to food. For one industry that suffers from ending the war, a hundred others will blossom for once again having access to the manpower and materials they need."
Another person walks by with drinks, and Wuxian isn't sure they're for sharing around, but he grabs one anyway, gulping it down in one go before giving the flabbergasted man back an empty cup. The poor fellow doesn't even get a look, Wuxian's eyes on the tiefling.
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Oh, now she's drinking? Perhaps surprisingly, he's starting to lose even his great taste for alcohol, with this conversation topic.
"It's never only the young men who suffer. It's their families who suffer as well, directly or indirectly. There's people losing their homes, their possessions, their access to food. For one industry that suffers from ending the war, a hundred others will blossom for once again having access to the manpower and materials they need."
Another person walks by with drinks, and Wuxian isn't sure they're for sharing around, but he grabs one anyway, gulping it down in one go before giving the flabbergasted man back an empty cup. The poor fellow doesn't even get a look, Wuxian's eyes on the tiefling.
"Your turn."