( It's like some people with Cat TV, only this is Wei Ying TV, and the stakes can be much higher... and much more hilarious. )
A review period for a general education unit I'm deliberately skipping because it's a waste of my time and nothing else today, tomorrow's going to be the bothersome day. ( A pause. ) Lan Zhan, don't you have class today?
( The phone's back to pointed at the microwave, which he has now successfully managed to put on partial power, and get the time figured out. Or tries to. He just hit "Clock Time" instead of "Cook Time." In all fairness, the buttons are stacked on top of each other. )
( He makes a sound of disgust and groans as he yanks the microwave door open, then shuts it again with a definitive click. There! At this point he's jabbing the buttons and muttering under his breath, words hard to make out but all of it grumbling about operating this or that expensive technology but a microwave is defeating him. Oh, the humanity!
It does actually go as instructed this time, and his leftovers are on their way to turning into hot leftovers.
He forgot the plate over them. He'll have to clean the microwave out later, but that's fine, that's fine. Turning his phone back on himself is more fumbling, but then he has it in hand, looks offscreen for his water, lifts it, and tips it toward Lan Wangji as seen on his phone screen. See? He even takes a sip before speaking further. )
How can you stand your own schedule, you're so awake in the mornings. So what, the rest of your day's all self-study?
( He'll even sip more water. See? He listens! When he wants! To good advice? To... hydration advice. We can only ask for so much at a time. )
[Music and arts majors have weird schedules in general, but you can only practice at times when you won't disturb other people. being at the building early so you can grab a soundproof room is easy enough when you just wake up at five naturally every day.]
Hm. I have a music theory paper to finish, so I'm just writing that now.
[While talking to you and making you drink water.]
( Music theory is actually interesting, as well as the competing schools of thought, meaning that Wei Wuxian's pause in drinking his prescribed water is a genuinely thoughtful one. )
Right... wait, then shouldn't I let you go? The microwave has been defeated. This lowly one thanks his hero, Lan Zhan, for his timely assistance!
( Another tip of his about half full glass now, a gentle POP going off in the background as the microwave hums on, heating up leftovers. )
Really, though, send me a copy of your essay later? I need a break from other people's coding problems.
( Another, louder pop as something experiences the pleasure of being heated with microwaves and goes, well, splat. If his sheepish look offscreen is any indication on top of his words... )
( It's beeping, so it must be done. The next dumb thing is about to happen: stay tuned, Lan Zhan, because you're getting it all live.
Wei Wuxian sets down his water glass with an audible clunk on the counter, turning back toward the microwave and opening the door. Then he reaches in, somewhat flustered by how there's sauce bits all over now, and gets hit by the steam from what he's reheated along with the fact the bowl he reheated had gotten hot.
So he hisses, bites off a curse as he shakes his hand and tosses the phone to the counter with a: )
Sorry, Lan Zhan!
( For the presumed smacking sound that follows, while going to find the dish towel he needs to get the stupid plate out of the microwave. He had, after all, selected the wrong one to use, because why the heck are there multiple plate levels of things to use?! )
[... Sigh. Well, if it just needs cleaning, it's not too bad, at least nothing exploded thanks to the power being set properly. If it had been to the max...
For a moment there, all he can see is the ceiling, and hear what he assumes are adequate precautions being taken for getting the dish out.]
It's fine! Everything's fine! The plate's hotter than I thought--
( Regardless, after getting things arranged at the bar counter, because that's where he's sitting, who uses tables? He retrieves the phone and sets it up so that he, with his meal of leftovers and a fresh cup of water (and some kind of juice, he didn't check, but it was juice like so he poured it) and he seems to have mostly forgotten he was hungover by now, sitting down and tapping his chopsticks together once he's settled in. )
See? All good! Have you eaten lunch yet or am I the only one having a meal?
( Lan Zhan, the things that get your gears going... no, but here indeed is Wei Wuxian, ready to eat. )
Your first mistake, Lan Zhan, is presuming there's such a thing as "enough" for me.
( Said with a grin, and then he tucks in. Only the fact he's gotten used to this two-man comedy skit routine of theirs lets it roll as smoothly as it does forward: exaggerated sounds of enjoyment? Check. But actual enjoyment? Equally apparent, given how he sets about eating. Compliments follow, and a note that such and so could be taken up a degree but that the heat of what it is now holds a nice balance; he enjoys spice, but he also appreciates a complex flavour profile. Associating a certain kind of heat with fond memories and a sense of warmth that goes more than stomach deep is... something else.
Also, sometimes it's funny if your food manages to make you cry.
However, as he finishes the plate: )
You're sure this isn't interrupting your regularly scheduled star student occupations? You're not taking courses in the Psychology of Caretaking.
( See, even he sometimes unknowingly calls them both out. )
[Those sounds of enjoyment will be giving him life for a while, excuse you. And also make his ears go pink. And the mention of how to spice it up a little bit more will be duly noted for the next time, aka, probably two days from now.
The question makes him shake his head.]
I'm still working.
[Believe it or not, he is capable of watching you eat and be extremely cute and adorable while you're doing it, all the while typing his extremely demanding musical theory paper without making any mistakes.... okay, maybe one or two typing mistakes, but the spellcheck caught them.]
( Lan Zhan are you attempting to raise a cat because Fei Du might not be so off about that analogy, as much as Wei Wuxian isn't particularly inclined toward any animal species as a whole beyond the human one. (Dogs need never enter his line of sight, regardless.)
He snorts, shaking his finger at the phone and then gathering plates to haul them over to the sink. He should probably wash them now... he sighs, speaking up while off camera: )
Yes, but all I'm doing here is getting ready for the day. And the headache's gone, it was a weak hangover, barely an inconvenience! Are you going to sit on the phone through everything I'm doing?
( Can he even hear all these words through the splashing water rinsing the dishes? Perhaps: Wei Wuxian does bother projecting, and his voice carries well. )
[He is absolutely attempting to raise cat. It's a stray, and it's fearful and a bit defiant, so it needs to be given food regularly and then be left to its own device a bit so it'll approach close enough to pet.]
I don't mind.
[You're not hanging up either, after all, so why should he? These little things are the ones that give him hope that maybe, just maybe, his affections are not unwelcome.]
( Sometimes having two stubborn people, and one being thick in a particular way that's not entirely on purpose, but just enough to be aware of things he's avoiding, is a disaster of its own.
Wei Wuxian doesn't respond, finishing with the dishes to leave them drying and padding back toward the phone to sweep it up with lifted eyebrows and a grin. )
Really? You should, that's a dangerous proposition. Who knows what I might get up to. I might watch movies.
( Meaning have a whole soundtrack plus version of whatever crosses his mind. He won't right now, he does have things to get done later, but it's an amusing prospect in his mind.
Instead, he heads toward the restroom, stopping at a cupboard to pull out a fresh towel. )
What was that one you said was too childish to bear?
( Now heading into the Bathing Room, and setting the phone down on the counter, going to hang the towel off the shower door. It's pretty obvious where he is at this point, but unlike why he'd stopped by earlier, he's not so crass as to advertise bathroom functions. Everyone has lines. That's just for co-habitational living, because siblings and dormitories are Like That. )
[Guess who is not saying anything or pointing out the obvious that you're taking the phone with you into the bathroom with a towel and still not hanging up, Wei Ying?
At this stage, Wangji honestly doesn't know if this is teasing, a test, or just you being you, or a complex mix of all three. He's not sure it matters either. If you're not hanging up, he's staying on the line.]
I have noise-cancelling headphones if I need silence.
[You know, like the ones he uses when you are at his place being your usual noisy, slightly messy self, and he's letting you do it.
he still glancing towards the phone every once in a while, though, but the rhythm of his hands typing has not faltered.]
( Naked, not wet yet! Which is why he laughs a little, expression awkward where the sound is less so. If this has morphed into some strange who hangs up first contest, they're both winning by losing. Or losing by winning? )
I'm a magnanimous and giving person! I can multitask, too.
( He's not thinking about the fact he's dealing with a music major and he's about to have his own particular concerto in fast-falling, heavy, hot rain, but who doesn't love a good shower? His voice echoes a bit once the cadence of water falling changes, now striking at least half of him as he steps under the flow and flinches at the sudden heat. )
Lan Zhan, mind if I sing?
( Turning around and letting water soak into his hair, which he still wears long, because whatever. Rebel into history, Wei Wuxian. )
[Well, it's only a matter of time. And someone with sharp hearing might hear the typing falter slightly when the sound of the water droplets change, signalling that Wei Ying is, indeed, in the shower.]
Go ahead.
[Wei Ying has a nice singing voice and is, in fact, a good musician even though he does it as more of a hobby than his main occupation. One thing Wangji definitely want to do is play with him at some point.]
( Sharp of hearing he usually is, but when standing under a spray of water, the nuances of Lan Wangji's mental picture of just what's happening does not particularly come to mind. Instead, he's over here, having a good, relaxing time using the spray to wet himself down before starting in on working his fingers through his hair.
He was probably going to sing even if Lan Zhan didn't say it was fine, and so he breaks out singing one of the current more popular songs from some media he's only seen clips of, the earworm of it lingering even now. He's playing with the bathroom acoustics as he sings, voice changing a bit when he's crouching down to figure out which shampoo he's using, because for reasons he has yet to consider, he's bought five different ones because he forgets which one he's running out of. Cucumber it is today.
Time for his sudsing up, and his voice sounds a little more muffled as he keeps the spray on his back and tucks his chin in while working the shampoo through his hair, top to bottom. )
[Wangji is much less knowledgeable about current musical trends than most of his peers - he's very picky about his tastes and while he does listen to some recent artists, radio tunes rarely enter his radar.
Of course, the way the voices changes only helps to sort of identify what exactly Wei Ying is doing so one might need a distraction so as not to be overly... concerned.
Which is why Wangji start humming harmony to the bits of songs he can hear while he keeps working.]
( It's good he's humming along in harmony, because otherwise the tiptaptappity of typing would have been swallowed by the patter of water cascading off him in the shower; he's reminded of his audience, so any wandering hands don't wander far, or for long. He's not that kind of bad, but he wonders, for a passing thought of a moment, about not minding someone else's hands traveling down the expanse of his sides, over water warmed and wet skin, trailing shampoo when he's rinsing, trailing soap when he's scrubbing down.
Those thoughts are promptly vanquished, and he turns his face into the water's spray even as he switches songs into an older, pre-modern folk melody. Each one unearthed a treasure for reclaiming the past.
That's for Lan Zhan, as is the poetic words associated with one of the guqin songs reclaimed from the mists of what has been, his voice easier to hear once he's done scrubbing his face and sets to doing the same for the rest of him.
No wandering thoughts or hands this time. Lo and behold, Wei Ying might even yet have... limits? )
[And Wangji just transitions seamlessly into humming along with that one, too. Paying attention to the tune is helping his mind not to wander so much, and also this whole set up is giving some new ideas to incorporate in his essay.
It's also making his ears feel very hot, but that's another matter entirely.]
( He eventually emerges like an invisible Aphrodite from the waves (hah, if only he were so beautiful), shower turned off and door opening and the aggressive towel patting and rubbing that follows. Not singing anymore, since that's a shower alone activity, but asking instead: )
Hey, did you want to come over tonight?
( Is the question that's been winding to the forefront of his mind, taking advantage of being less on guard right now to slip out, asked casually and immediately followed with an unseen look of surprise at himself in the mirror. )
Hahaha, not for any weird reason! Or cooking reason? Anyway, nevermind, you've got a paper to finish and I need to get undressed—re-dressed, hahahaaaa...
( He's shutting up now, hair damp and falling around his face and shoulders when he names the phone and glances at the screen, then off again, walking right on out of the bathroom with the lights and fan still running. )
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A review period for a general education unit I'm deliberately skipping because it's a waste of my time and nothing else today, tomorrow's going to be the bothersome day. ( A pause. ) Lan Zhan, don't you have class today?
( The phone's back to pointed at the microwave, which he has now successfully managed to put on partial power, and get the time figured out. Or tries to. He just hit "Clock Time" instead of "Cook Time." In all fairness, the buttons are stacked on top of each other. )
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.... Wei Ying, that's the clock, not the timer. Open and close the door and start again from the beginning.
I only had classes in the morning. Afternoons are self-study unless we need to partner up for practice.
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( He makes a sound of disgust and groans as he yanks the microwave door open, then shuts it again with a definitive click. There! At this point he's jabbing the buttons and muttering under his breath, words hard to make out but all of it grumbling about operating this or that expensive technology but a microwave is defeating him. Oh, the humanity!
It does actually go as instructed this time, and his leftovers are on their way to turning into hot leftovers.
He forgot the plate over them. He'll have to clean the microwave out later, but that's fine, that's fine. Turning his phone back on himself is more fumbling, but then he has it in hand, looks offscreen for his water, lifts it, and tips it toward Lan Wangji as seen on his phone screen. See? He even takes a sip before speaking further. )
How can you stand your own schedule, you're so awake in the mornings. So what, the rest of your day's all self-study?
( He'll even sip more water. See? He listens! When he wants! To good advice? To... hydration advice. We can only ask for so much at a time. )
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[Music and arts majors have weird schedules in general, but you can only practice at times when you won't disturb other people. being at the building early so you can grab a soundproof room is easy enough when you just wake up at five naturally every day.]
Hm. I have a music theory paper to finish, so I'm just writing that now.
[While talking to you and making you drink water.]
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Right... wait, then shouldn't I let you go? The microwave has been defeated. This lowly one thanks his hero, Lan Zhan, for his timely assistance!
( Another tip of his about half full glass now, a gentle POP going off in the background as the microwave hums on, heating up leftovers. )
Really, though, send me a copy of your essay later? I need a break from other people's coding problems.
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[He doesn't mind helping, or he doesn't mind talking to you while writing his paper, which is it? Maybe both? It's a mystery.
He's not hanging up until you do anyway.]
Hm. I will.
[He always enjoys Wei Ying's thoughts on them, unorthodox as they can be.]
... Did you remember the microwave cover?
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( Another, louder pop as something experiences the pleasure of being heated with microwaves and goes, well, splat. If his sheepish look offscreen is any indication on top of his words... )
... It's fine! The microwave needed cleaning anyway! Oh, look, it's done—
( It's beeping, so it must be done. The next dumb thing is about to happen: stay tuned, Lan Zhan, because you're getting it all live.
Wei Wuxian sets down his water glass with an audible clunk on the counter, turning back toward the microwave and opening the door. Then he reaches in, somewhat flustered by how there's sauce bits all over now, and gets hit by the steam from what he's reheated along with the fact the bowl he reheated had gotten hot.
So he hisses, bites off a curse as he shakes his hand and tosses the phone to the counter with a: )
Sorry, Lan Zhan!
( For the presumed smacking sound that follows, while going to find the dish towel he needs to get the stupid plate out of the microwave. He had, after all, selected the wrong one to use, because why the heck are there multiple plate levels of things to use?! )
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For a moment there, all he can see is the ceiling, and hear what he assumes are adequate precautions being taken for getting the dish out.]
Is everything alright?
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( Regardless, after getting things arranged at the bar counter, because that's where he's sitting, who uses tables? He retrieves the phone and sets it up so that he, with his meal of leftovers and a fresh cup of water (and some kind of juice, he didn't check, but it was juice like so he poured it) and he seems to have mostly forgotten he was hungover by now, sitting down and tapping his chopsticks together once he's settled in. )
See? All good! Have you eaten lunch yet or am I the only one having a meal?
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I tried to add some spice, but I don't know if it's enough for you. You'll have to let me know.
[At the question, he gives a small nod and grabs his tea mug to the side to take a sip.]
I have eaten already. It's fine.
[Just let him feed you and tell him how you like it.]
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Your first mistake, Lan Zhan, is presuming there's such a thing as "enough" for me.
( Said with a grin, and then he tucks in. Only the fact he's gotten used to this two-man comedy skit routine of theirs lets it roll as smoothly as it does forward: exaggerated sounds of enjoyment? Check. But actual enjoyment? Equally apparent, given how he sets about eating. Compliments follow, and a note that such and so could be taken up a degree but that the heat of what it is now holds a nice balance; he enjoys spice, but he also appreciates a complex flavour profile. Associating a certain kind of heat with fond memories and a sense of warmth that goes more than stomach deep is... something else.
Also, sometimes it's funny if your food manages to make you cry.
However, as he finishes the plate: )
You're sure this isn't interrupting your regularly scheduled star student occupations? You're not taking courses in the Psychology of Caretaking.
( See, even he sometimes unknowingly calls them both out. )
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The question makes him shake his head.]
I'm still working.
[Believe it or not, he is capable of watching you eat and be extremely cute and adorable while you're doing it, all the while typing his extremely demanding musical theory paper without making any mistakes.... okay, maybe one or two typing mistakes, but the spellcheck caught them.]
I have time for you. It's fine.
[He always has time for you, Wei Ying.]
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He snorts, shaking his finger at the phone and then gathering plates to haul them over to the sink. He should probably wash them now... he sighs, speaking up while off camera: )
Yes, but all I'm doing here is getting ready for the day. And the headache's gone, it was a weak hangover, barely an inconvenience! Are you going to sit on the phone through everything I'm doing?
( Can he even hear all these words through the splashing water rinsing the dishes? Perhaps: Wei Wuxian does bother projecting, and his voice carries well. )
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I don't mind.
[You're not hanging up either, after all, so why should he? These little things are the ones that give him hope that maybe, just maybe, his affections are not unwelcome.]
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Wei Wuxian doesn't respond, finishing with the dishes to leave them drying and padding back toward the phone to sweep it up with lifted eyebrows and a grin. )
Really? You should, that's a dangerous proposition. Who knows what I might get up to. I might watch movies.
( Meaning have a whole soundtrack plus version of whatever crosses his mind. He won't right now, he does have things to get done later, but it's an amusing prospect in his mind.
Instead, he heads toward the restroom, stopping at a cupboard to pull out a fresh towel. )
What was that one you said was too childish to bear?
( Now heading into the Bathing Room, and setting the phone down on the counter, going to hang the towel off the shower door. It's pretty obvious where he is at this point, but unlike why he'd stopped by earlier, he's not so crass as to advertise bathroom functions. Everyone has lines. That's just for co-habitational living, because siblings and dormitories are Like That. )
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At this stage, Wangji honestly doesn't know if this is teasing, a test, or just you being you, or a complex mix of all three. He's not sure it matters either. If you're not hanging up, he's staying on the line.]
I have noise-cancelling headphones if I need silence.
[You know, like the ones he uses when you are at his place being your usual noisy, slightly messy self, and he's letting you do it.
he still glancing towards the phone every once in a while, though, but the rhythm of his hands typing has not faltered.]
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Then what's the point in staying on a phone call?
( The water hisses to life, and unseen and mostly unheard, he strips down for his impending shower. )
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[Don't go too far if you don't want to be called out, Wei Ying. You're the one choosing to stay on the line while wet and naked.]
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I'm a magnanimous and giving person! I can multitask, too.
( He's not thinking about the fact he's dealing with a music major and he's about to have his own particular concerto in fast-falling, heavy, hot rain, but who doesn't love a good shower? His voice echoes a bit once the cadence of water falling changes, now striking at least half of him as he steps under the flow and flinches at the sudden heat. )
Lan Zhan, mind if I sing?
( Turning around and letting water soak into his hair, which he still wears long, because whatever. Rebel into history, Wei Wuxian. )
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Go ahead.
[Wei Ying has a nice singing voice and is, in fact, a good musician even though he does it as more of a hobby than his main occupation. One thing Wangji definitely want to do is play with him at some point.]
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He was probably going to sing even if Lan Zhan didn't say it was fine, and so he breaks out singing one of the current more popular songs from some media he's only seen clips of, the earworm of it lingering even now. He's playing with the bathroom acoustics as he sings, voice changing a bit when he's crouching down to figure out which shampoo he's using, because for reasons he has yet to consider, he's bought five different ones because he forgets which one he's running out of. Cucumber it is today.
Time for his sudsing up, and his voice sounds a little more muffled as he keeps the spray on his back and tucks his chin in while working the shampoo through his hair, top to bottom. )
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Of course, the way the voices changes only helps to sort of identify what exactly Wei Ying is doing so one might need a distraction so as not to be overly... concerned.
Which is why Wangji start humming harmony to the bits of songs he can hear while he keeps working.]
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Those thoughts are promptly vanquished, and he turns his face into the water's spray even as he switches songs into an older, pre-modern folk melody. Each one unearthed a treasure for reclaiming the past.
That's for Lan Zhan, as is the poetic words associated with one of the guqin songs reclaimed from the mists of what has been, his voice easier to hear once he's done scrubbing his face and sets to doing the same for the rest of him.
No wandering thoughts or hands this time. Lo and behold, Wei Ying might even yet have... limits? )
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It's also making his ears feel very hot, but that's another matter entirely.]
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Hey, did you want to come over tonight?
( Is the question that's been winding to the forefront of his mind, taking advantage of being less on guard right now to slip out, asked casually and immediately followed with an unseen look of surprise at himself in the mirror. )
Hahaha, not for any weird reason! Or cooking reason? Anyway, nevermind, you've got a paper to finish and I need to get undressed—re-dressed, hahahaaaa...
( He's shutting up now, hair damp and falling around his face and shoulders when he names the phone and glances at the screen, then off again, walking right on out of the bathroom with the lights and fan still running. )
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