[ at that question, Wei Ying's breath catches behind his teeth, sharp and surprised. what does that have to do with--
oh.
oh.
wow, Wei Wuxian, you are an idiot.
the look on his face softens after a moment (or several), and there might even be the barest hint of a flush creeping along his neck, the tops of his cheeks, as he fidgets. but he looks at Lan Zhan, holds his gaze when he answers softly.]
Ah, that-- I mean I meant to message Huiasang that you know. He was pestering me about these pictures I was bragging about, that I was rather protective of actually. Pictures of the one and only lovely Hanguang Jun cuddling with his rabbits in the grass. [ it isn't a direct answer, but also:] Imagine my embarrassment when I realized I sent you a message about yourself, ah Lan Zhan, I thought I was going to combust!
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oh.
oh.
wow, Wei Wuxian, you are an idiot.
the look on his face softens after a moment (or several), and there might even be the barest hint of a flush creeping along his neck, the tops of his cheeks, as he fidgets. but he looks at Lan Zhan, holds his gaze when he answers softly.]
Ah, that-- I mean I meant to message Huiasang that you know. He was pestering me about these pictures I was bragging about, that I was rather protective of actually. Pictures of the one and only lovely Hanguang Jun cuddling with his rabbits in the grass. [ it isn't a direct answer, but also:] Imagine my embarrassment when I realized I sent you a message about yourself, ah Lan Zhan, I thought I was going to combust!