1.I can't promise hot guys but I can promise alcohol which is close enough.
2. We should form a club for all of us that have stabbed a sibling with a chopstick! Or been stabbed by a sibling. Doesn't have to by a fork, swords count too.
3. There is a lotus pod with a bite taken out of it in the main hall. Just-- a bite.
4. I don’t want to brag, but vows, morals and will power are no match for my blow job skills
5. I smell of Emperor's Smile and I'm going to a funeral. This is my life.
[ hey! he is incredibly creative thank you very much. and attractive. wow, rude.]
Lan Zhan, I hardly think that your presence would be a burden to anyone grieving. You are usually quite calming, you know. It's what made it so fun to tease you.
[And since he's packed already anyway, Wang Ji will arrive at Wu Xian's room in no time at all, spare white robe draped over one shoulder. He's selected one of his nicest, with pearlescent filigree lacing along the shoulders and down through the sleeves. He's honestly not entirely sure if Wu Xian will accept it; his friend seems set on not allowing himself any nice things other than liquor. Wang Ji pushes his luck where he can, where etiquettes allow, and this is one of those moments, a charge on the battlefield.
Wang Ji himself has donned a much simpler fabric, plain beside the offering for Wu Xian. No lacing scallops the edges or silks to fold back from his face.
[ of course Lan Zhan manages to be ready before him, that was just the way of the world wasn't it? still, Wei Ying takes a moment to try and gather himself together, to look something closer to presentable, before he seeks out Lan Zhan. because apparently the thought of Lan Zhan seeing him with his edges fraying was unacceptable in a way showing up to a funeral smelling of Emperor's Smile was not.
he knows that means something, he does, honestly. but he just doesn't know what.
the knock at the door startles him, has Wei Ying spinning around as he was retying his hair so that is spills free along his shoulders, his red ribbon clutched tightly in his hand.
of course Lan Zhan came to him. with a laugh, Wei Ying tells him to come in.]
I'm as decent as you can expect, Lan Zhan! You can come in!
[ aside from his hair being everywhere, he is dressed in at least two layers. however, his usual black robes have been put to the side, leaving him in just the deep crimson.]
[ don't be ridiculous, you could do him if you wanted. even if Wei Ying is still a little in the dark about his own emotions, about what the desperate need to tease Lan Zhan means to his heart, he isn't playing. he isn't even aware that they affect Lan Zhan at all beyond annoyance or disgust.]
Lan Zhan, isn't name-calling against one of your three thousand rules?
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