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Lan--

[that came out improbably scratchy; clears his throat]

Lan Zhan...?

[strikingchords]

...

[stiffly]

Wei Ying.

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[he no longer sounds mad, just shaken]

Why...?

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...

[low]

Doing what I want.

[he hasn't untensed]

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This is so much.

[...

there do seem to be the soft sounds of Wei Wuxian getting up]

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[he doesn't move!]

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[he's quietly walking closer? not sneaking, just quiet]

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[he does perceive Lan Wangji's faint head tilt back towards him, listening without looking; he hears him]

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[there's a piece of paper being pressed into his hand! it doesn't feel like the list he just gave]

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[...? turns it over and looks at it]

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[it's his stolen milkshake recipe,,,]

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[LOOKS AT IT AND THEN LOOKS AT HIM...?

almost plaintive:]

Why mislead me?

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[kicks a small rock on the ground]

I don't know.

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[NOW HE LOOKS LIKE A STATUE WHO EXPECTS TO GET HIT BUT IS ALSO REALLY CONFUSED? which is like, multiple emotions, so there's that

he closes his fingers back around the recipe at least]

...

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I thought I'd make something nice out of it and give it back to you later, maybe. I don't know.

[turns away a little again, arms folded]

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...

...

Was nice that you liked them.

Do not eat paper.

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I didn't!

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[trembles a little at the huff, then tucks the paper back into his sleeve...]

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[Wei Wuxian's watching him furtively over his shoulder now, fox ears slightly tilted up for the first time in a while]

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['^']






What is it?

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What...what do you even get out of any of this? I'm just me.

[quiet, still with that startled vulnerable note]

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...

Yes.

[very soft]

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[jerks in shock again, then draws a deep unsteady breath]

Lan Zhan.

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[watching him steadily...]

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[he has to dash a sleeve over his face for a second. ugh. ugh]

You're so...