From... an unspecified place, let's say a pocket of his pants, Kaeya pulls out a slab of raw salmon, and shows it to Dan Heng with a proudly straight face. Maybe he's imitating his mannerism as a joke? You think I know what's going on with his head even if I write him? I don't know, man. Then he realizes that he hasn't said anything to justify the gesture, and blurts out an " uuhhh, abracadabra? " that doesn't sound as convinced. Maybe... maybe he has fumbled this. But a real fumbler does not admit defeat easily. He just stares, the salmon still in his hand. Unmoving.
@ccaptain.
without missing a beat the offered salmon was taken from kaeya’s hand and bit into unceremoniously. was it sushi grade ? hardly. this particular fish had been a strong swimmer, its meat tough, and would have required quite the talented chef to dissect and debone this specimen. dan heng’s dragon teeth still sliced through it quite easily, chewing on the piece absently while mirroring kaeya’s expression.
he had to give the entity props, he was doing a magnificent job of imitating him. he didn’t even look like he was three seconds away from imploding with laughter. dan heng then moved to hand back the bitten-into salmon, his razor - like dragon teeth glamoured with cloudhymn once more. the place where he had bitten into the fish was now exposed with all the miniscule fish bones sticking out of the flesh, fish meat that dan heng had consumed without a second thought.
‘ i’m happy that you looked up vidyadhara friendship rituals, kaeya. not a lot of species are willing to participate since refusing to take a bite out of the fish after the recipient constitutes an act of war. ’
