After their new friends arrive and things begin to calm down again, Lan Wangji's off to... probably get away from all the gremlins, honestly. He'll be outside!
He is also just casually doing a handstand under a tree.
[Yeah, he's giving the wine the stink-eye... but he ultimately doesn't say anything. Instead, he holds the handstand for a minute, then carefully lowers his feet to the ground and returns to standing normally. It looks practiced; clearly this isn't a new thing.]
[In response, he reaches into his sleeve, and pulls out the letter! It is carefully folded, undamaged. Nope, not a dream.]
...Its contents looked important. I thought it best to keep it safe in your stead. [Until Molly came back to himself, or until he could hand it off to Caleb and Beau, if that didn't happen. A pause, then a bow.] Forgive my impudence.
[He asked permission, but still. That wasn't really his choice to make.]
[But he doesn't seem like he's going to demand to be punished for overstepping or anything. It seems like it was the right decision, after all; no need to make big deal out of nothing.]
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After their new friends arrive and things begin to calm down again, Lan Wangji's off to... probably get away from all the gremlins, honestly. He'll be outside!
He is also just casually doing a handstand under a tree.
Okay.]
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He wolfwhistles.]
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Although Lan Wangji doesn't know what that means, so he just lifts his head enough to look at him.]
Do you require assistance?
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[Sitting down nearby, just watching. He's got an open bottle of wine with him. Sorry, Fun Police.]
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Well, he just watches him quietly for a moment, before:]
Say did-- I give you a letter? Am I remembering that right?
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But, ah, yes. He nods.]
You did. I have it. [His hammerspace sleeves that contain galaxies, apparently.] Would you like it back now?
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[...]
Kind of thought I dreamed that?
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...Its contents looked important. I thought it best to keep it safe in your stead. [Until Molly came back to himself, or until he could hand it off to Caleb and Beau, if that didn't happen. A pause, then a bow.] Forgive my impudence.
[He asked permission, but still. That wasn't really his choice to make.]
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Impudence? Don't think you have anything to forgive. If anything should be thanking you.
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[But he doesn't seem like he's going to demand to be punished for overstepping or anything. It seems like it was the right decision, after all; no need to make big deal out of nothing.]
I did not know if you would recover.