[He watches for a dazed moment before he remembers what he's doing.]
Princess another time, right. Here, arms out.
[There's some fuss with under-robes in soft, gentle colors, but Wen Ning is proudest of the outermost layer, which he described in minute detail to the enclosure before Angel got here. He doesn't think Angel's usual pink would quite fit the event, but he's incorporated it at the bottom of the robe, which glows warmly rosy before fading into lavender, blue, and almost black by the shoulders. All six arms end in water sleeves that dip back through the gradient as they fall.]
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Princess another time, right. Here, arms out.
[There's some fuss with under-robes in soft, gentle colors, but Wen Ning is proudest of the outermost layer, which he described in minute detail to the enclosure before Angel got here. He doesn't think Angel's usual pink would quite fit the event, but he's incorporated it at the bottom of the robe, which glows warmly rosy before fading into lavender, blue, and almost black by the shoulders. All six arms end in water sleeves that dip back through the gradient as they fall.]
Tonight you're a moonrise.