"You could actually call me by my name," he points out, a touch acerbic, before whistling to get the construct's attention.
(The whistle sounds more -- resonant -- than one that could be produced by an ordinary human.)
The tiny skeleton jogs back down the bar. Wuxian scoops it into his palm, collapsing it into a chip of bone once more. "Let's go, unless you want to kick off a bar brawl."
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Date: 2020-10-17 11:59 pm (UTC)(The whistle sounds more -- resonant -- than one that could be produced by an ordinary human.)
The tiny skeleton jogs back down the bar. Wuxian scoops it into his palm, collapsing it into a chip of bone once more. "Let's go, unless you want to kick off a bar brawl."