He wants to point out, that when they first met, she'd been rather annoyed that he didn't believe most of the claims she'd made about her world, but he supposes that outside of making a piece of paper dance around, he hadn't exactly shown much in the way of backing up his claims. And at least it wasn't just his claims, it was, well, everything.
Being dead for years is something he experienced, but not anything he has a concrete memory of. He just... wasn't, and now, here he is. Still, he can appreciate the idea, and nods.
"One time?" he echoes, smile gone a little hazy around the edges, "it was... more of a slow stumble down, lots of little fuck ups, that led to one really big one. But that's ah... that's a bit of a downer."
He had plenty of lesser ones too, and nowhere that punished them more strongly than the Lan clan of Gusu. Wei Wuxian lights up a bit at that thought, choosing a much more (in his mind at least) amusing story.
"Oh, oh. I've got a good one, okay," his smile widens, "so one of the places I was studying, their sect has three thousand rules. It's ridiculous. No running, no loud voices, no talking out of turn, no fun."
He takes a deep pull from his glass, "when I first showed up, I broke like five of them without even knowing! And then, well, a whole lot more after I did know. They prohibit alcohol, of course. So I-"
Wei Wuxian breaks off into a laugh, "so I got the head disciple drunk off his ass! The sect leader- ha- the sect leader was so pissed off, we had to take 300 strikes from these massive wooden paddles. I was so sore, I could barely walk!"
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Being dead for years is something he experienced, but not anything he has a concrete memory of. He just... wasn't, and now, here he is. Still, he can appreciate the idea, and nods.
"One time?" he echoes, smile gone a little hazy around the edges, "it was... more of a slow stumble down, lots of little fuck ups, that led to one really big one. But that's ah... that's a bit of a downer."
He had plenty of lesser ones too, and nowhere that punished them more strongly than the Lan clan of Gusu. Wei Wuxian lights up a bit at that thought, choosing a much more (in his mind at least) amusing story.
"Oh, oh. I've got a good one, okay," his smile widens, "so one of the places I was studying, their sect has three thousand rules. It's ridiculous. No running, no loud voices, no talking out of turn, no fun."
He takes a deep pull from his glass, "when I first showed up, I broke like five of them without even knowing! And then, well, a whole lot more after I did know. They prohibit alcohol, of course. So I-"
Wei Wuxian breaks off into a laugh, "so I got the head disciple drunk off his ass! The sect leader- ha- the sect leader was so pissed off, we had to take 300 strikes from these massive wooden paddles. I was so sore, I could barely walk!"