That unsteady path to the bed is observed out of the corner of his eyes as Li Lianhua puts away his notes and brush but goes uncommented on, or at least it would have if Di Feisheng wasn't still lively enough to talk back. "Mmm," is the response in passing, with exactly as much patronizing vagueness as that statement deserves, coming from a man who has passed out in front of Li Lianhua so many times it might start counting as a hobby soon. Some people really do have a lot of nerve.
So while the potential for Di Feisheng fainting is basically just a return to form, the information he's tracking in from the storm is not. Even his sparse words are enough to have Li Lianhua picturing a ghostly apparition amid the white haze outside his window and he risks a glance that way, his shoulders tensing. He'll suppress a shiver, though, out of respect for Di Feisheng's struggles at this time.
Anyway, that's what outside is out there for and not in here. What would he go outside for? Fang Xiaobao is running all their errands, after all, which is now adding a considerable weight to his concern. Not that Xiaobao can't hold his own against some things with swords, but he's no Di Feisheng quite yet and they truly can't afford any more injuries. Since Li Lianhua is all but useless now.
So first, he scoffs. "Eh, Lao Di, are you so close to death that you believe in ghosts now? Sit down, sit, sit." This, while reaching down and retrieving the little device that's been propping up an uneven desk leg. He gets to writing, which does nothing to stop him talking. "How many? Did you recognize their fighting style? Take your robes off." He will actually start helping in just a moment, right after he finishes this message. Xiaobao, get back to the house without delay and be on guard. There are armed enemies in the storm. Di Feisheng picked a fight he's not going to be proud of later. Don't argue.
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Date: 2024-01-16 12:23 am (UTC)So while the potential for Di Feisheng fainting is basically just a return to form, the information he's tracking in from the storm is not. Even his sparse words are enough to have Li Lianhua picturing a ghostly apparition amid the white haze outside his window and he risks a glance that way, his shoulders tensing. He'll suppress a shiver, though, out of respect for Di Feisheng's struggles at this time.
Anyway, that's what outside is out there for and not in here. What would he go outside for? Fang Xiaobao is running all their errands, after all, which is now adding a considerable weight to his concern. Not that Xiaobao can't hold his own against some things with swords, but he's no Di Feisheng quite yet and they truly can't afford any more injuries. Since Li Lianhua is all but useless now.
So first, he scoffs. "Eh, Lao Di, are you so close to death that you believe in ghosts now? Sit down, sit, sit." This, while reaching down and retrieving the little device that's been propping up an uneven desk leg. He gets to writing, which does nothing to stop him talking. "How many? Did you recognize their fighting style? Take your robes off." He will actually start helping in just a moment, right after he finishes this message. Xiaobao, get back to the house without delay and be on guard. There are armed enemies in the storm. Di Feisheng picked a fight he's not going to be proud of later. Don't argue.