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[thefirstemperor]

"As good a sign as any," he agrees, glad to find he didn't offend, in any case. "And lucky for me. If I were to begin again in an unfamiliar world, I fear I'd have no choice but to lean on thy expertise for some time." Fou-Lu's thoughts are immortal-slow at the best of times, and ideas are just beginning to stir up. It's a real concern.

[oohforeshadowing]

"I'm a performer, darling. I'm not afraid of a little exposition," they promise. "And there are so many locals who are just painfully friendly, you'll have no end of answers to your questions."

[thefirstemperor]

He smiles his appreciation, sensing a lot of people they can mock together in this hypothetical future. It sounds fun. "So long as I am not a burden, then," he agrees. And, not wanting them to feel like he's looking for unnecessary problems, he adds, "Not for my, what was it, paragon of loveliness?" It's not wrong to borrow much better lines from himself, right? This version of him simply isn't the sort to use words like lithesome unprompted.

[oohforeshadowing]

Trouble laughs, delighted.

"Your paragon of loveliness shall not find you burdensome in the slightest, darling."

[thefirstemperor]

Oh, good, he wasn't sure of the etiquette of hardening back to a breach self. Their laughter is catching, though in him it's more of a smirk and chuckle. "Truer now than twas then," he adds absently. The human-looking DT was certainly charming, but he prefers the real one.