[Zhao's hand pauses on a book with an old-school green stitched cover as Shen Wei tosses one hand out, palm up, and paper, ink and brush drop into it from thin air. That--
Honestly, that's one of the most godlike things he's seen anyone pull around here yet, and he'd been along for the ride while fighting a five-story-tall monkey week before last. He doesn't stare for too long, though he has to admit the deftness with which Shen Wei writes is weirdly sexy; instead, he shakes off the moment of fascination, and turns back to his green book, flipping through to each bookmark in turn. The passage he'd wanted turns out to be bookmark number three.
He adds a scrawled note, and looks up again, waiting until Shen Wei's done with his passage before he speaks.
(He has a big pile of books here, after all. Most of them are general knowledge and old histories, which means if he had a book Shen Wei wanted, he might have other books Shen Wei doesn't know he wants yet.)]
What are you looking for? I might have some other relevant texts here.
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Honestly, that's one of the most godlike things he's seen anyone pull around here yet, and he'd been along for the ride while fighting a five-story-tall monkey week before last. He doesn't stare for too long, though he has to admit the deftness with which Shen Wei writes is weirdly sexy; instead, he shakes off the moment of fascination, and turns back to his green book, flipping through to each bookmark in turn. The passage he'd wanted turns out to be bookmark number three.
He adds a scrawled note, and looks up again, waiting until Shen Wei's done with his passage before he speaks.
(He has a big pile of books here, after all. Most of them are general knowledge and old histories, which means if he had a book Shen Wei wanted, he might have other books Shen Wei doesn't know he wants yet.)]
What are you looking for? I might have some other relevant texts here.