[ the daemon looks briefly at kaeya when he says friends, a mild form of disdain on his face that would be perfectly mirrored by the ghost he belongs to. but he just moves up the steps to paradise manor as they pass by the rowdy gambler's den, a slightly more quiet part of the world that they call home here. ]
That'd likely meet decent reception - the residents here are rowdy, but proud to call it home, so they'd brag about a drink created for the city for a couple hundred years straight like the insufferable bastards they are.
[ affectionate? anyways, the doors open for the group independent of anyone's touch, and tanhua meanders to a side passage that's barely noticeable at a glance. it leads away from anyone that might be in the manor, away from music and women's laughter and singing in the main hall, towards a still room lit without the bleeding reds of the city. ]
Well, come on then. [ with the dry tone of someone that hasn't really been kept waiting that long, hua cheng stands at a shelf, plucking a bottle off of it without turning to greet them. ] We'll talk wine after we get this part taken care of.
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That'd likely meet decent reception - the residents here are rowdy, but proud to call it home, so they'd brag about a drink created for the city for a couple hundred years straight like the insufferable bastards they are.
[ affectionate? anyways, the doors open for the group independent of anyone's touch, and tanhua meanders to a side passage that's barely noticeable at a glance. it leads away from anyone that might be in the manor, away from music and women's laughter and singing in the main hall, towards a still room lit without the bleeding reds of the city. ]
Well, come on then. [ with the dry tone of someone that hasn't really been kept waiting that long, hua cheng stands at a shelf, plucking a bottle off of it without turning to greet them. ] We'll talk wine after we get this part taken care of.