On account of not being an idiot, Lan Wangji shoots a look at him, eyes narrowing. His lips press together--not quite a frown, but definitely not pleased--and for a minute he looks like he wants to argue; but with a brief glance at Chuuya, he just sighs quietly.]
We will talk later. [To Wei Wuxian; he says it quietly, but Chuuya's sitting close enough that he'll probably hear it. For now, though, he reaches for another ice pack, leaning forward to press it against the burn on Wei Wuxian's side. This one he holds in place himself, but he addresses Chuuya as he does.]
This was not spontaneous. It is likely they have extensive plans.
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On account of not being an idiot, Lan Wangji shoots a look at him, eyes narrowing. His lips press together--not quite a frown, but definitely not pleased--and for a minute he looks like he wants to argue; but with a brief glance at Chuuya, he just sighs quietly.]
We will talk later. [To Wei Wuxian; he says it quietly, but Chuuya's sitting close enough that he'll probably hear it. For now, though, he reaches for another ice pack, leaning forward to press it against the burn on Wei Wuxian's side. This one he holds in place himself, but he addresses Chuuya as he does.]
This was not spontaneous. It is likely they have extensive plans.