[ Maybe Wu should learn not to touch the mournings, and yet, here he is again, in another memory, one he doesn't recognize. Except--he does. He knows this kind of party, this kind of extravagant wealth that drips from everything, where the centerpieces are each trying to one up each other, where what you wear is a commentary on your place in society.
He isn't dressed for this. He still dresses well in Trench, but he's found the joy in looser clothes, in different styles, in things he would never have thought to wear at home.
Luckily, no one seems to notice him, not until someone says his name and he jumps with a yelp ]
A-Ange! Oh, boy. Um. Thanks? [ She wasn't thinking of him. Is that a good thing? ]
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He isn't dressed for this. He still dresses well in Trench, but he's found the joy in looser clothes, in different styles, in things he would never have thought to wear at home.
Luckily, no one seems to notice him, not until someone says his name and he jumps with a yelp ]
A-Ange! Oh, boy. Um. Thanks? [ She wasn't thinking of him. Is that a good thing? ]