[ Those arms latched around him make the embrace an equal one, with Binghe's support matched by clinging that's strong enough to ensure his charge won't slip from his hold. It means the reverberations of each step away, towards the nearest and most hospitable place of rest, don't so much as jostle the fragile cargo of a man locked in the throes of distress. Not even when he crosses the threshold and pays for a room with a swipe of his wrist-bound device that's blessedly charged by the night and not per hour. How Binghe plans to enter their room without dislodging the man in his arms, once he traipses around long enough to find it, is another matter entirely. ]
Who do you keep calling? [ There's a quiet scoff over suffering the pleas for a man who isn't here. ] Da ge isn't going to answer you no matter how many times you try.
[ Softer reprimands than necessary are tossed back in return for being mistaken for another. He knows how liquor is capable of working a kind of terrible magic on those afflicted, where things not present in time or space are still seen by the imagination. He can't fault the man for those effects; though Binghe can still comment upon them without an ounce of guilt. That is before he's reminded of their prior audience; squinting irritably at the recent memory of those willing to enjoy a drunken spectacle but not lift a finger towards this man's aid. ]
No one's looking at us anymore. Once they realized their amusement was going to cost them those cowards took off.
[ People never seem to change no matter the world. It's easy to sneer and judge those cast low by circumstance when they haven't got the power to do anything about it. But those same people who soak up the suffering of others are all too quick to beat a quick retreat when their bullying is bound to have consequences.
This time Binghe's not the one in the dirt, beaten and covered in blood. But rewind the clock and turn back two decade's worth of time, then he'd be no better off than Jin Guangyao. Although a heady drink hadn't been what landed him there, and the only one to lift him from beneath the ridicule and scorn of his supposed betters died there herself. ]
Mhm. [ Noncommittal agreement, because he can't argue that. ] It's an intoxicating thing, no better than the drinks tonight.
Maybe worse, when it isn't like we can simply refuse to Moonlace or control how it makes us feel.
[ Discussing the effects of contact suggests this man is recent arrival; unfamiliar enough with what Moonlacing is like to revel in it in ways that uptick his concern. While refusing to Moonlace comes with the kind of grave concerns he's experienced firsthand, indulging leaves one at risk of getting addicted to the feeling and losing some sense of yourself in the process. It's one of the many fears he'd had upon first arriving.
Whatever this man does with the information is up to him, but he should at least keep in mind the dangers that lie in both extremes. If not he may follow those feelings in ways he wouldn't otherwise act on.]
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Who do you keep calling? [ There's a quiet scoff over suffering the pleas for a man who isn't here. ] Da ge isn't going to answer you no matter how many times you try.
[ Softer reprimands than necessary are tossed back in return for being mistaken for another. He knows how liquor is capable of working a kind of terrible magic on those afflicted, where things not present in time or space are still seen by the imagination. He can't fault the man for those effects; though Binghe can still comment upon them without an ounce of guilt. That is before he's reminded of their prior audience; squinting irritably at the recent memory of those willing to enjoy a drunken spectacle but not lift a finger towards this man's aid. ]
No one's looking at us anymore. Once they realized their amusement was going to cost them those cowards took off.
[ People never seem to change no matter the world. It's easy to sneer and judge those cast low by circumstance when they haven't got the power to do anything about it. But those same people who soak up the suffering of others are all too quick to beat a quick retreat when their bullying is bound to have consequences.
This time Binghe's not the one in the dirt, beaten and covered in blood. But rewind the clock and turn back two decade's worth of time, then he'd be no better off than Jin Guangyao. Although a heady drink hadn't been what landed him there, and the only one to lift him from beneath the ridicule and scorn of his supposed betters died there herself. ]
Mhm. [ Noncommittal agreement, because he can't argue that. ] It's an intoxicating thing, no better than the drinks tonight.
Maybe worse, when it isn't like we can simply refuse to Moonlace or control how it makes us feel.
[ Discussing the effects of contact suggests this man is recent arrival; unfamiliar enough with what Moonlacing is like to revel in it in ways that uptick his concern. While refusing to Moonlace comes with the kind of grave concerns he's experienced firsthand, indulging leaves one at risk of getting addicted to the feeling and losing some sense of yourself in the process. It's one of the many fears he'd had upon first arriving.
Whatever this man does with the information is up to him, but he should at least keep in mind the dangers that lie in both extremes. If not he may follow those feelings in ways he wouldn't otherwise act on.]