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[laughitoff]

You shouldn't.

[strikingchords]

"Alive and living well." No?

[reaches out over the small space between them and tugs one of Wei Wuxian's flattened ears, whisper-light; if he flinches back he doesn't try to pursue it, letting his hand fall]

Will attempt it.

But doing so elsewhere is not possible.

[laughitoff]

[he doesn't flinch but he doesn't respond, other than for his shoulders to tense a little more.]

You're a fool.

[his tone is, strangely, not unkind.]

[strikingchords]

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Shall I apologize?

[laughitoff]

No.

I can't stop you doing what you want either, can I?

And I am not ungrateful.

I'd appreciate it if you didn't take that as a burden.

[strikingchords]

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If you swear the same.

We act as we judge.

It is not obligation.

[laughitoff]

...okay.

Can you tell me when you do things, though? I don't...surprises are difficult.

[strikingchords]

Things?

[laughitoff]

Like milkshakes.

[strikingchords]

[...blinks...]

They are difficult.

[this is framed as a question, even though it's a statement; what.]

[laughitoff]

Not those specifically.

I just...I do like to know, when people are doing things with regards to me.

[strikingchords]

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You truly wish this?

[THINKING...]

[laughitoff]

As I said.

[strikingchords]

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Why is it difficult?

[he doesn't sound like he's arguing, actually! he looks... attentive; curious without it being really devouring, getting context on the request]

[laughitoff]

Haven't you done enough without my knowledge? Do the Lans prize good done with the recipients left ignorant so much? Even if it benefits me, it's not a comfortable feeling.

[strikingchords]

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[hey, wait, but]

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I made it in front of you.

[laughitoff]

[blinks]

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You made one in front of me.

[strikingchords]

The recipe was identical.

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Boasting is forbidden, but nor have I hidden my actions.

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Sometimes you just forget.

[laughitoff]

[throws his hands up]

I didn't forget this! I just didn't put it together! Is that my fault!?

[strikingchords]

Yes.

Do not accuse others.

[HE'S GETTING A PIECE OF PAPER OUT OF HIS BASKET.]

[laughitoff]

What--you didn't tell me, though!

[he is getting genuinely aggravated again; Lan Wangji can tell]

[strikingchords]

[pauses in whatever he was starting to do with the paper and lets out a breath; more quietly]

Seldom intend action without your knowledge. I do not prize it. Do not say this.

You are usually perceptive.

Perhaps, because you thought us enemies.

[laughitoff]

[his mouth thins, but he doesn't retort further.]

[strikingchords]

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waits for a response for a minute and breathes out a near-sigh when one doesn't appear to be forthcoming...]

[laughitoff]

[LISTEN SOMETIMES THE CHOICE IS 'NO ANSWER' OR 'AN ANGRY ANSWER' AND OCCASIONALLY WEI WUXIAN IS CAPABLE OF PICKING THE FIRST ONE]