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[strikingchords]

Good.

[TINY HUFF]












And, return my recipe.

[laughitoff]

No! I ate it!

[strikingchords]

[TURNS TO STARE AT HIM INCREDULOUSLY]

[laughitoff]

[yips at him]

So there!

[strikingchords]

Stealing is forbidden.

Copy Conduct ten times.

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No.

[strikingchords]

Then, take responsibility.

[laughitoff]

How?

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Come out.

[that was a distinct, faintly hesitant note, not quite putting the statement into question mark territory but perceptibly closer than usual. looking slightly aside as he says it]

[laughitoff]

[weighs this, then edges most of the way out from behinid the gravestone

he is very dusty now]

[strikingchords]

[Lan Wangji just kind of, looks at him, helplessly, with his stupid pretty familiar-unfamiliar dragon-scaled face

there is a streak of dirt on one of his cheeks where he rubbed it on his shoulder and his shoulder had gotten dirt on it.]

...

[laughitoff]

[looks back at him, distinctly hangdog]

Yes...?

[strikingchords]

Wei Ying.

[he seems to be trying hard to come up with the words.









finally, a bit painful]

I have not known where you stand either.

[laughitoff]

[oh]

...

[that's fair. looks down]

What do you want to know?

[strikingchords]

[...

looks away; back in front of him instead of craning his neck to keep his eyes on Wei Wuxian over his shoulder...]



Would you come here?

[they are, indeed, still literally a few feet apart, Wei Wuxian hanging back and still slightly shielded by the headstone while Lan Wangji sits on the grass.]

[laughitoff]

[wriggles, puzzled and unsure, but finally does do his awkward kneel-shuffle over until he's in front of Lan Wangji instead, still about two feet foot or so of distance between them]

[strikingchords]

[follows him with his eyes quietly and then kind of sighs a bit and looks at the ground instead when he's chosen his spot and settled; ah]

[laughitoff]

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What's wrong?

[strikingchords]

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As I said.

Cannot decide for others.

[laughitoff]

[ccccarefully]

I'm not following.

[strikingchords]

"I would have said I wanted to be friends, once."

[laughitoff]

Ah.

[this silence is some sort of champion peak of awkward stickiness. you could make meringue out of this silence]

[strikingchords]

[just. searching his face, wide-eyed]

[laughitoff]

I did mean that.

[strikingchords]

[...kind of draws himself up subtly, some of that wide-eyed anticipation lost in tension... but, stubborn]

Asked what changed. You replied, "I don't really know where we stand now."

Have explained my position.

Where, then?

It is yours that is unclear.