It's politics. Are people ever really what they seem?

[he's no expert, because he hates politics. the flattery, the hidden intentions, the feigned modesty. consistently resisting the urge to roll your eyes into the back of your skull. it's no wonder he was always outside of it or drunk.]

I'd say you have the right idea, but it might be hard to figure out from the first meeting along. Now if you were able to establish something where you could speak to her again... [wei wuxian trails off, a smile on his lips as he gives momo's sleeve a tug.] Maybe you'll get lucky and be her type?