Thinking nothing of it (not like this anyway), he moves around the desk to go closer. The walk is still a little angled even if he isn't wobbling around everywhere. He stops beside Lan Wangji. He does, in fact, smell a bit like the spicy alcohol Lan Wangji had given to him to take to Wei Wuxian.
He isn't wasted, but he's had enough to be good and tipsy. He gives Lan Wangji a shy, red-cheeked smile. Very out of character. Very soft.]
As usual, nothing shows on his face, but Haku grew up observing him, and (given his, uh, state) may or may not notice how piercingly observant his gaze is. He doesn't even need to do any other tests, once Haku gets close enough--and it doesn't take a genius to connect the dots.
He looks at his son thoughtfully. His usually oh-so obedient child, quiet, polite, well-liked; not perfect, of course, no human is, but Lan Wangji has rarely had any complaints. His son, whom he would easily raze the city for, covered in glitter and smiling.
It's not a hug, but he lifts a hand, and gently rests it on Haku's head, ruffling his hair very lightly.]
[Ahhhh. Even a head pat and hair ruffle is like a hug from Lan Wangji really. Quietly, Haku beams without flashing any kind of teeth or being obnoxious. A very gentle, calm sort of happiness. It feels easier to be this way when he's had too much of the stupid spicy alcohol.
But alas, all good things must end.
He gives a soft yelp when his ear is grabbed, and he stumbles after Lan Wangji as they move across the room. He's still tipsy, though, so he almost trips, has to grab Lan Wangji's arm to keep his ear from being ripped clean off.]
[BECAUSE HE FUCKING KNOWS WEI WUXIAN almost as well as he knows his son, who is far too much like him, god. Back before he did whatever Wei Wuxian wanted out of Love, he usually ended up falling for the same damn thing and rising to the bait every time... HE KNOWS FROM PERSONAL EXPERIENCE HOW EITHER WAY, WEI WUXIAN WINS.
This is his fault. This is what happens when you don't train your children in the art of resisting chaos gremlins.
He's not heartless, at least; he'll let Haku latch onto him if he needs to, and he'll steady him if it looks like he's going to fall, but he's definitely still pulling hard enough for it to smart.]
What happened to the note? [the note that literally said "DON'T GIVE HAKU BOOZE"]
[Yeah, he was got anyway by the chaos cave apartment hobo gremlin. The ear stings under the pull, and one hand rests on Lan Wangji's wrist while the other keeps a hold of the arm. He winces the whole way.]
It was there. I told him there was a note, and he read it.
[To which, naturally, Wei Wuxian read and immediately tossed out the window essentially because when does he ever listen to rules or warnings.]
[That gets a little sigh, one that Haku probably recognizes as his "Wei Wuxian sigh".
At least they're not going far; just to Lan Wangji's room, which is attached to the study by a side door. He's got a tray in there with a silver pitcher of ice water and some glasses that he keeps at all times, which will be used shortly to force-feed Haku a whole bunch of water. Then Haku's going to sleep it off, if he knows what's good for him!!!
For now, though, he simply lets go of Haku's ear in favor of placing his hands on his shoulders, sitting him down on the edge of his bed before moving over to get him that water.]
You may write Mizuki once your mind has cleared. You will embarrass yourself otherwise. [normally he'd figure that Haku could never embarrass him or himself but like. HE KNOWS. WHAT BEING DRUNK IS LIKE. IT'S A BAD IDEA.]
In the room, he sits on the bed where he's made to sit. There's still some strange urge to let this roll off his shoulders, and by the time Lan Wangji gets back with the water, he's got a very small, but stupid smile on his lips again. It's because he's noticed the dumbass glitter. And he seems surprised by the water, though he takes it and has a sip.
Wow, he's thirstier than he thought.]
I can't... write them right any other time. They come out wrong.
[This glitter is going to get all over Lan Wangji's bed... it's probably already all over the manor, god. Lan Wangji doesn't mind, though; he may be particular about his own appearance, but he's never really cared about what state his loved ones are in, as long as they're healthy and safe.
Those words, though... Lan Wangji stills briefly, staring at him with one of those intense, unreadable looks he sometimes gets when he's got too many feelings going on in his heart and isn't quite sure how to express them. They're less frequent now than they were when Haku was very, very young, but they still crop up in moments like this.
Because he understands, probably more than Haku will ever know. And as illogical as it is, he can't help the sudden worry that strikes in his heart--that something he did, some part of his parenting, made Haku lose his confidence, or his words.]
You have never asked for assistance. [Haku's never asked him, specifically, to help write a good letter, is what he means here. He doesn't sound hurt, just... carefully neutral. He doesn't want Haku to think he's in trouble, after all.]
[Lan Wangji isn't wrong. When not sixteen sheets in the wind because of Weh Wushyan, Haku's very... to himself. He's very routine, keeping up the appearance his father keeps up. Elegant and composed. That means not asking for others to do what can be done himself!]
I know. [The fleeting smile he had before has long faded. He won't look up to meet Lan Wangji's eyes because he knows he'll see what's hard for most people to see. Seems like a stoic stare, but that only means Lan Wangji has a lot bubbling inside. At least, he thinks so since it's similar with him.] I wanted to do it on my own.
[It means more, he thinks. Just, unfortunately... they all turn out so serious. And formal.]
He hadn't obviously tensed up, but he seems to relax a little bit anyway at Haku's words. As long as it was a choice, an attempt to be independent, then that's perfectly fine.
He can't help wishing Haku felt comfortable enough to confide in him before now, but that's not Haku's fault. Lan Wangji's always seeing things he could've done better, said better, and not just with his parenting. It's simply how he is.
Lifting a hand, he rests it on Haku's head again--and this time, he doesn't follow it up with an ear grab. Instead, he gently takes the cup, moving to refill it with more water.]
Very well. You may write Mizuki a letter. [He holds out the water, but he waits until Haku looks up at him before he continues, and relinquishes it.] If you still find it satisfactory tomorrow, you may send it.
[UN-FUCKING-LIKELY but he isn't going to say that. Instead--]
If not, I can help you pen a new one.
[Because Lan Wangji may not send any love letters, but that sure doesn't mean he's never thought of any to write.]
It's... strange. [His head dips slightly under the hand before Lan Wangji moves away for more water, and Haku sits to look at his hands, face flushed.] I've only met Mizuki a few times, but...
I want her to... think well of me. To know she will be okay even if this is... planned.
[Usually, he's very much like Lan Wangji in that he doesn't have very drastic facial changes... though he may have a bit more than dear old dad in the long run. But with the alcohol, despite how much water Wei Wuxian tried to feed him, the permission brings back that small, soft sort of smile.
He looks up to accept the water and the encouragement.]
[It's not strange at all, actually, though Lan Wangji doesn't say that. Haku may not be severely intoxicated, but Lan Wangji has no idea how good his memory of all of this will be. Nor does he really feel like testing Haku's range of logic right now.
He also doesn't say that he can't imagine anyone not thinking well of Haku, even though it's absolutely true. Even totally sober, he doubts Haku would believe him free of bias--which is fair, because he isn't, but still.
He watches a little while longer, but in the end, all he says is--] Mm.
[Look, it could be worse. Lan Wangji could be letting him send it as-is! Then Haku'd really get the grown-up experience of making terrible intoxicated decisions!!
For now, though, Lan Wangji will let him pour his heart out in peace. He has a phone call to make anyway.]
[For a moment, he thinks to apologize for his.... current state, but the words fail him. He can try again when Lan Wangji returns to see what all he got up to with the letter. He nods, easing off the bed as Lan Wangji goes, trying not to spill the glass while taking a sip.
He carries it with him as he goes to the study for the paper and pen, puts it down on top of one of the coasters. Sitting in Lan Wangji's seat feels... important. And, for once, he doesn't have the urge to snoop at all. Wow. Alcohol makes Haku truly a good boy.
Instead, he dutifully gets to work on the letter. He... has to use a few sheets because he messes up, and his hand-writing isn't the greatest, but! listen! He stupidly says some very Lan and very compassionate things. The ending is a little lackluster as he falls asleep just when he gets to "yours truly" or "forever yours," and ends up dragging the pen.
He probably gets some ink on his cheek. There's a letter, though, spotted with glitter. GODSPEED, WEI WUXIAN.]
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Thinking nothing of it (not like this anyway), he moves around the desk to go closer. The walk is still a little angled even if he isn't wobbling around everywhere. He stops beside Lan Wangji. He does, in fact, smell a bit like the spicy alcohol Lan Wangji had given to him to take to Wei Wuxian.
He isn't wasted, but he's had enough to be good and tipsy. He gives Lan Wangji a shy, red-cheeked smile. Very out of character. Very soft.]
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As usual, nothing shows on his face, but Haku grew up observing him, and (given his, uh, state) may or may not notice how piercingly observant his gaze is. He doesn't even need to do any other tests, once Haku gets close enough--and it doesn't take a genius to connect the dots.
He looks at his son thoughtfully. His usually oh-so obedient child, quiet, polite, well-liked; not perfect, of course, no human is, but Lan Wangji has rarely had any complaints. His son, whom he would easily raze the city for, covered in glitter and smiling.
It's not a hug, but he lifts a hand, and gently rests it on Haku's head, ruffling his hair very lightly.]
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What did I tell you about listening to Wei Ying?
[NICE TRY]
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But alas, all good things must end.
He gives a soft yelp when his ear is grabbed, and he stumbles after Lan Wangji as they move across the room. He's still tipsy, though, so he almost trips, has to grab Lan Wangji's arm to keep his ear from being ripped clean off.]
He would have taunted me!
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[BECAUSE HE FUCKING KNOWS WEI WUXIAN almost as well as he knows his son, who is far too much like him, god. Back before he did whatever Wei Wuxian wanted out of Love, he usually ended up falling for the same damn thing and rising to the bait every time... HE KNOWS FROM PERSONAL EXPERIENCE HOW EITHER WAY, WEI WUXIAN WINS.
This is his fault. This is what happens when you don't train your children in the art of resisting chaos gremlins.
He's not heartless, at least; he'll let Haku latch onto him if he needs to, and he'll steady him if it looks like he's going to fall, but he's definitely still pulling hard enough for it to smart.]
What happened to the note? [the note that literally said "DON'T GIVE HAKU BOOZE"]
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It was there. I told him there was a note, and he read it.
[To which, naturally, Wei Wuxian read and immediately tossed out the window essentially because when does he ever listen to rules or warnings.]
Ow.
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At least they're not going far; just to Lan Wangji's room, which is attached to the study by a side door. He's got a tray in there with a silver pitcher of ice water and some glasses that he keeps at all times, which will be used shortly to force-feed Haku a whole bunch of water. Then Haku's going to sleep it off, if he knows what's good for him!!!
For now, though, he simply lets go of Haku's ear in favor of placing his hands on his shoulders, sitting him down on the edge of his bed before moving over to get him that water.]
You may write Mizuki once your mind has cleared. You will embarrass yourself otherwise. [normally he'd figure that Haku could never embarrass him or himself but like. HE KNOWS. WHAT BEING DRUNK IS LIKE. IT'S A BAD IDEA.]
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In the room, he sits on the bed where he's made to sit. There's still some strange urge to let this roll off his shoulders, and by the time Lan Wangji gets back with the water, he's got a very small, but stupid smile on his lips again. It's because he's noticed the dumbass glitter. And he seems surprised by the water, though he takes it and has a sip.
Wow, he's thirstier than he thought.]
I can't... write them right any other time. They come out wrong.
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Those words, though... Lan Wangji stills briefly, staring at him with one of those intense, unreadable looks he sometimes gets when he's got too many feelings going on in his heart and isn't quite sure how to express them. They're less frequent now than they were when Haku was very, very young, but they still crop up in moments like this.
Because he understands, probably more than Haku will ever know. And as illogical as it is, he can't help the sudden worry that strikes in his heart--that something he did, some part of his parenting, made Haku lose his confidence, or his words.]
You have never asked for assistance. [Haku's never asked him, specifically, to help write a good letter, is what he means here. He doesn't sound hurt, just... carefully neutral. He doesn't want Haku to think he's in trouble, after all.]
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I know. [The fleeting smile he had before has long faded. He won't look up to meet Lan Wangji's eyes because he knows he'll see what's hard for most people to see. Seems like a stoic stare, but that only means Lan Wangji has a lot bubbling inside. At least, he thinks so since it's similar with him.] I wanted to do it on my own.
[It means more, he thinks. Just, unfortunately... they all turn out so serious. And formal.]
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He hadn't obviously tensed up, but he seems to relax a little bit anyway at Haku's words. As long as it was a choice, an attempt to be independent, then that's perfectly fine.
He can't help wishing Haku felt comfortable enough to confide in him before now, but that's not Haku's fault. Lan Wangji's always seeing things he could've done better, said better, and not just with his parenting. It's simply how he is.
Lifting a hand, he rests it on Haku's head again--and this time, he doesn't follow it up with an ear grab. Instead, he gently takes the cup, moving to refill it with more water.]
Very well. You may write Mizuki a letter. [He holds out the water, but he waits until Haku looks up at him before he continues, and relinquishes it.] If you still find it satisfactory tomorrow, you may send it.
[UN-FUCKING-LIKELY but he isn't going to say that. Instead--]
If not, I can help you pen a new one.
[Because Lan Wangji may not send any love letters, but that sure doesn't mean he's never thought of any to write.]
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I want her to... think well of me. To know she will be okay even if this is... planned.
[Usually, he's very much like Lan Wangji in that he doesn't have very drastic facial changes... though he may have a bit more than dear old dad in the long run. But with the alcohol, despite how much water Wei Wuxian tried to feed him, the permission brings back that small, soft sort of smile.
He looks up to accept the water and the encouragement.]
I'll write one. Thanks.
[He will 100% hate the letter tomorrow probably.]
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He also doesn't say that he can't imagine anyone not thinking well of Haku, even though it's absolutely true. Even totally sober, he doubts Haku would believe him free of bias--which is fair, because he isn't, but still.
He watches a little while longer, but in the end, all he says is--] Mm.
[Look, it could be worse. Lan Wangji could be letting him send it as-is! Then Haku'd really get the grown-up experience of making terrible intoxicated decisions!!
For now, though, Lan Wangji will let him pour his heart out in peace. He has a phone call to make anyway.]
I will come check on you soon.
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He carries it with him as he goes to the study for the paper and pen, puts it down on top of one of the coasters. Sitting in Lan Wangji's seat feels... important. And, for once, he doesn't have the urge to snoop at all. Wow. Alcohol makes Haku truly a good boy.
Instead, he dutifully gets to work on the letter. He... has to use a few sheets because he messes up, and his hand-writing isn't the greatest, but! listen! He stupidly says some very Lan and very compassionate things. The ending is a little lackluster as he falls asleep just when he gets to "yours truly" or "forever yours," and ends up dragging the pen.
He probably gets some ink on his cheek. There's a letter, though, spotted with glitter. GODSPEED, WEI WUXIAN.]