( An aimless grumble, like an overtired child. But he resettles easy enough. There's very little wine left in the bottle he clutches and he peers at it suspiciously before that too he abandons, tucked under his arm to avoid the spill. It makes sense to him. )
There's nothing to you, Ah-Xu, so why are you so nice to lay on?
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( An aimless grumble, like an overtired child. But he resettles easy enough. There's very little wine left in the bottle he clutches and he peers at it suspiciously before that too he abandons, tucked under his arm to avoid the spill. It makes sense to him. )
There's nothing to you, Ah-Xu, so why are you so nice to lay on?