@thekingofsadness Re: "Overly exaggerate my muse based off of your muse’s personal opinion." Lu Xun laughed, shaking his head in response to the request. But with every shake, the wine took hold a little more apparently and tilted his world a little more off balance. Drinking and merriment with the Crown Emperor of Shu was not something he had ever anticipated would occur. But, this was the coalition, and old enemies had become allies of fortune against villainous demons. "No. Pretend to be you? Hah, no, I couldn't possibly show you how..." His diplomacy cut the wine-ramble off before it became insulting. But, the sentence was started already, and it demanded an ending, so as to not be rude. The full finish was 'I couldn't possibly show you how much of a fop you were seen as, among Wu.' That would be rude, though hiding this fact would likewise be rude. A good diplomat (read: one who had not had more wine than rice in the past few hours) would be able to find a way to spin those words to project praise and admiration in with self-effacing. Which meant that the portrayal of the Shu Emperor might have been a positive thing, starting the performance with believing it was. The warmth in his cheeks, rosy already with innebriation, suggested the performance would be positive, and certainly not as rude as denying the man. "Okay, okay, here~" He stood and moved to take a seat on the bench, posture slumping about his shoulders and eyes closing. Hands went to his knees like he was trying to brace himself to sit upright. He took a moment to sway, either from the world spinning unsteadily from the alcohol or in some mimicry of sleeping. His eyes opened with a start, "Zhuge Kongming, just go handle it. Whatever you want." His voice was slow, low, and detached, though again the alcohol and performance were impossible to separate. "What?" Eyes focused on the middle distance, as though there was someone addressing him, "Oh, how do I carry on my father's legacy? I am just brimming with benevolence; and right now, that's the only thing keeping me sitting here and not dealing with your insults against me." He shook his head, and knelt back to the ground, raising his hand. Yes, that was awful and the exact reason why he had tried to deny the idea of presenting it. Why did he think that was a good idea? "See, of course, that's the perception of the one I knew in life. You don't seem much like him. Show me me?"