The construct appears to have decided to make its own fun: it grabs a paper umbrella from someone's drink and twirls it above its head, grinning its empty skull grin.
When the burn of the alcohol subsides, Wuxian glances to Harrow and frowns. "You good?"
A napkin pops up beneath his hand. He shoves it her way.
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Date: 2020-10-17 11:37 pm (UTC)When the burn of the alcohol subsides, Wuxian glances to Harrow and frowns. "You good?"
A napkin pops up beneath his hand. He shoves it her way.