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Wei Wuxian 魏无羡
22 / M / Hell

THE FEARSOME YILING PATRIARCH! DRIVING EVIL FROM YOUR DOOR WITH A GREATER EVIL! LOVES MILD FOOD, CUTE PUPPIES, LONG WALKS IN THE BURIAL MOUNDS AND KILLING ALL YOUR LOVED ONES!

<span style="font-family:century gothic,helvetica,arial,sans-serif;"><img src="https://i.imgur.com/ScI5Hsw.png" style="height:20px;margin:0 5px -4px 0;"><b style="color:#e75480;">YOUR NAME</b> got horribly cursed by Wei Wuxian!</span> CURSE

<lj-raw><span style="font-family:century gothic,helvetica,arial,sans-serif;"><img src="https://i.imgur.com/P3gZl1b.png" style="height:20px;margin:0 5px -4px 0;"> <b style="color:#e75480;">YOUR NAME</b> declared Wei Wuxian a heretic! <blockquote style="border-left:5px solid #ddd;padding:0 0 0 10px;"> Message_content </blockquote></span></lj-raw> DENOUNCE

<span style="font-family:century gothic,helvetica,arial,sans-serif;"><img src="https://i.imgur.com/w2B4FYG.png" style="height:20px;margin:0 5px -4px 0;"><b style="color:#e75480;">YOUR NAME</b> challenged Wei Wuxian to a duel!</span> FIGHT

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[laughitoff]

Such behavior and you're still calling me the ridiculous one? Your face must be thick as that wall of yours!

[strikingchords]

[makes an UNEXPECTEDLY CLEAR LITTLE HUFFY NOISE]

You aren't even drunk.

[laughitoff]

Ah, Lan Zhan, it takes a lot more than one jar to get me drunk. But tasting Emperor's Smile again is even better than that! I appreciate it.

[strikingchords]

Mm. You are ridiculous without reason.

[overcome with emotion, drops a sweater over Wei Wuxian's face instead of using a silencing spell]

[laughitoff]

[starts laughing again under it, oh NO]

[strikingchords]

[NO THIS IS TOO MUCH

HE'S DYING]

[laughitoff]

[eventually Wei Wuxian runs out of breath and stuffs the sweater under his head]

Ahh, this was much more fun than I expected to have this evening. You're really something, Lan Zhan, you know that?

[strikingchords]

[another huff, which he's slightly more successful in stifling than the last! he seems to have somewhat given up.

lets out a more resigned breath, finally]

...

Nonsense.

[there's less suppressed passion behind his level voice. he may have become reconciled to his fate.]

[laughitoff]

What's nonsense about it?

[strikingchords]

[with long-suffering impassivity:]

Your sense of humor is bad.

[he's still holding Wei Wuxian's hand,]

[laughitoff]

My sense of humor is perfectly robust.

[tug]

[strikingchords]

[seems to finally notice that and looks down at their hands]

[laughitoff]

[wiggles his]

Can I have this back now?

[strikingchords]

[ACTUALLY... HESITATES FOR A MOMENT...

finally, reluctantly lets him go :(]

[laughitoff]

[shakes his head at him a little, a smile still tugging at his mouth]

I know you're concerned for me, Lan Zhan, but you don't actually have to keep hold at all times.

[strikingchords]

Hm.

[not volunteering an opinion on that :X the "hm" is rather peaceful, though, actually; less embarrassed]

[laughitoff]

[a soft 'pff']

I'd offer you dinner, but it wouldn't be very good if I cooked here.

[strikingchords]

[finally takes a good look around at the surroundings...]

[laughitoff]

[it's a hole

...ok well. it's an improvement over the Demon-Slaughtering Cave, but it's still pretty crude; he's patched the walls and shored up anything that needed shoring up but hasn't tried to do more aesthetic repairs yet. the stairwell still looks wrecked so probably the repairs have just been done on the ground floor? he's dragged in the mattress bed, a low table, a set of shelves and an oil lamp. the latter is unlit but the Blood Pool in the middle of the floor gives off some rusty light. there appear to be lilypads in the Blood Pool and some books and papers of the table and shelves and piled on the floor.]

[strikingchords]

[he'd rather be in this weird hole with Wei Wuxian than anywhere else he can think of, so it's all beside the point, really...]

Mm. No stove.

[laughitoff]

I'm working on it.

[strikingchords]

[inclines his head, still peaceful; doesn't seem to be objecting...?]

I will cook.

[laughitoff]

Lan Zhaaaan, you're not supposed to cook dinner when someone tells you they will...

[strikingchords]

Where?

[Wei Wuxian's well aware his own villa isn't particularly furnished either, so he can decide.]

[laughitoff]

The apartments, I suppose.