“I never went camping on earth. Never even really went into like… nature. Too hikikomori. An RV is like… one of those car house things, right?” Not exactly a common sight in Beijing. “I’m in favor of you not eating random poisons. I have some antidotes and shit… I wonder if your immunity would extend to aphrodisiacs… would have been a handy ability back in my stupid webnovel… Um. Anyway.”

Shang Beida tilts his head up to press a kiss to Casper’s jaw. “I do still prefer you like, not drowned. So I’m glad you can hold your breath. I guess we could clear out the pool and ask Wet Justice to fill it? It’s probably cracked, but I’ve got sealing talismans. I can swim okay. And I can also… just like… be there for you? If that’s like… reassuring at all.” The idea of his presence being helpful seems absurd, but… it’s Casper. He loves him.