[He's seen too many bad fishing attempts in his life not to make such guesses. The people of Luin were competent enough, but his young aquatic monsters are forever flinging bashed fish onto the shore.
Emil arches his shoulders back but doesn't evade the tap. The resonance of the weapon's mana moves through his skin and he analyzes the signature. Those green eyes are crossed a moment as he focuses on the staff’s tip, then Wukong. He does not doubt his power but… this method of fishing begs consideration. Emil’s smile and tone suggest he’s hoping this won’t turn out tragic.]
Yeah. Let's try it.
[He'll shrug out of that pristine white jacket first and leave it folded neatly by the basket before joining Wukong at the river bank. Though he's figured out the goal, he makes no request for a cut of the profits. If Wukong is honorable, it goes without saying. If not, money is of little interest to him. But good food is, and if the fish end up battered, Wukong may have to hear Emil's complaints before the Chef's.]
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Emil arches his shoulders back but doesn't evade the tap. The resonance of the weapon's mana moves through his skin and he analyzes the signature. Those green eyes are crossed a moment as he focuses on the staff’s tip, then Wukong. He does not doubt his power but… this method of fishing begs consideration. Emil’s smile and tone suggest he’s hoping this won’t turn out tragic.]
Yeah. Let's try it.
[He'll shrug out of that pristine white jacket first and leave it folded neatly by the basket before joining Wukong at the river bank. Though he's figured out the goal, he makes no request for a cut of the profits. If Wukong is honorable, it goes without saying. If not, money is of little interest to him. But good food is, and if the fish end up battered, Wukong may have to hear Emil's complaints before the Chef's.]