( He stretches, socks still in hand, and flashes Lan Zhan a smile. Whatever is a kind of tangled mess in his head is mostly a pleasant one at the moment, so it's not even a lie. )
How did you get me to sleep that much longer after putting me to bed early last night, Lan Zhan? You're a man of countless mysteries.
( Meanwhile this man is heading for the cupboard to pull out plates for them to use, and glasses for: )
Yes, but usually that means I crawl in bed long after you've fallen asleep.
( There are reasons he could explain it to himself as a strong platonic bond, Lan Zhan, beyond being knowingly oblivious to all the things he's not allowed to want. )
Meaning I go to bed far later than you, so why wouldn't I sleep in, ah?
( Then he's filling the kettle and turning it on, the bubbling noise of it filling in the gaps of the sizzling and the small sounds of the rice cooker. He fetches down everything else they'll need for tea, then stretches again, up onto his toes, arching his back, arms reaching for the ceiling. )
Sleep deficits don't go away like that, there's been studies! Different from the studies that show short form naps are more effect at restoring energy than oversleeping—
( he digs out the tea and steepers, busying himself measuring out the teaspoon or two and plucking up the kettle as it finishes burbling to heat. he pours the water, balanced on one leg so the foot of his other leg and scratch at the back of his calf. looking back to lan zhan over his shoulder, brows quirked. )
Besides, I get my best work done when the rest of the world quiets down for a while. What can I say?
( He didn't address more sleep being harmless or not, simply focusses on this, and heading outside, and how the world can revitalise him by exposure. Wei Wuxian loves people in a broad sense, even if his faith in individuals is particularly low from a lifetime's worth of experiences.
He still loves it, loves the better part of human nature, the banding together. Like listening to each other with music, or, in this case of tea slid toward Lan Zhan when joining him at the table, the warmth of moments shared. )
[He's not going to meet a lot of people locked in a practice room with Wangji for four hours, but at least there will be the trip there, and... doing something afterwards, apparently?]
... I you want to. I just have to go drop my qin back home first.
[He's pretty sure he doesn't want to be carting the heavy instrument to whatever adventure Wei Ying has in mind if he has indeed planned something.]
( the trip there! doing things after! he smiles, lifting his cup to Lan Zhan. )
Let it be my surprise for you! After we return your qin to where it belongs.
( time to tuck into lunch? time to eat, he thinks, though he couldn't say how much of it he even tasted, and not for any bad reason. he's just too distracted for processing the taste of rice. )
[There will be a little nudging to actually eat, during the meal, but Wangji does figure this is just a case of the brain working too hard, and it doesn't seem to be in a too bad way, mostly a bit confused and trying to parse things out, which is fine as long as it doesn't look like it'll last too long.
Afterwards, it's short work to herd Wei Ying into the car, back to Wangji's apartment to pick up his instrument, and then onwards to campus so he can sign into the practice room and start setting up.
He takes a moment to stretch his fingers first, and then to tune the instrument properly.]
I'm learning something new, so it might be a little boring.
[He's going to ahve to decipher and then repeat phrases a lot.]
( It's all settling back in the bustle of a world that isn't a private one, not even on campus and in Lan Zhan's practice room of the moment. Wei Wuxian nods and already has his phone and a pad of paper out; he has his own things to work on, that he hasn't said anything about, and he smiles at Lan Zhan and waves his hand. )
My life's not all lived in exciting moments, whatever people might say, I'll be fine. If I start humming too much, or get too fidgety, I'll take myself out for a while.
( And he will, hum without thinking about it to harmonise with or follow the music Lan Zhan breaks down, not actively, but because his brain works in those ways as readily as the other myriad of calls to his attention and intelligence. )
[One can always keep on Wei Ying to keep himself entertained, no matter what.
The harmonizing hums really are not that distracting, but for the first hour or so, the melody is fragmented, bits put together slowly, repeated again and again. Only after that does it finally compose an actual melodic phrase.
Then Wangji repeats that, for quite a while longer, until he is certain he has it memorized, and then he starts adding all of the little extras, the volume indications, the vibrato in certain parts... He is rather exacting in knowing how much he needs to learn a new piece, so four hours was pretty much what was needed here. By then end of that stretch of time, the performance is not yet up to his standards, but most people would call it flawless.
( Wei Wuxian keeps it up, not an active thought so much as one that comes back to the forefront as he writes notes, scribbles bits of side-thoughts, and sketches out designs that, at some point, turn into him flipping to another page and sketching Lan Zhan instead. It's a nice mental break when the problem he'd been wrestling with had no good progress, and Lan Zhan focussed on his studies and piecing together perfection that he still fails to find to his satisfaction by the end?
Ah, but that's who he is, and he understands. He asks no less from himself, and with no less work going in, for all his flair for making it seem effortless, and it is at times. His brain cooperates in ways that make him move faster, skip steps, find what's redundant, dismiss this or that or the other and then—
Then it's the end of the session, near perfect, but not quite there. Wei Wuxian has returned to piecing through his own work, leaving the carefully torn out page of his notebook set to the side, where Lan Zhan will find himself from side profile, imagined in a softer scene, short hair paired with robes out of a myriad of dynasties mired in the past, a plum blossom branch laden with sketched out blossoms hanging in the backdrop, seen through the implication of a round window looking into a garden.
Flight of fancy, yes, as is the flower tucked behind Lan Zhan's ear. )
Time up?
( He asks, looking up with a lopsided smile and quirked brow. )
[He's finishing packing up the qin when his eyes fall on the sheet of paper with his drawing, and he raised a slightly confused eyebrows at Wei Ying.
It's a beautiful picture, but he's always known Wei Ying was good at drawing. Mostly, he's puzzled at being the subject of the drawing, and also the composition of it - the clothes, the flower? All very well executed but he's still puzzled, and it shows on his face.
The last time someone drew him, it was probably his brother. Xichen is a skilled artist as well, and he often used his brother as a model before, but that hasn't happened in a while, because their schedule rarely match these days. And Wangji isn't one to take selfies a lot, so it's not often he sees his own face reflected back to him.
And he's also impressed he didn't notice it happening.]
( He grins, devil may care but also devil may be written right into the details. Wei Wuxian lifts his notebook, flips it open to pages of calculations and notes and diagrams, then flips it shut. )
I did, and so it was done. All my important things, and ah! Lan Zhan!
( He smiles, sauntering close, glancing to the artwork of his own making. )
[Ah, of course. Wei Ying's brain and its ability to do a million things at once. Wangji tends to be a bit more linear and finish a thing before starting a new one, but Wei Ying isn't like that.
The question makes Wangji blink, and then shake his head. he's not allergic to anything that he knows of, but now he's curious.]
There's a botanical garden and this whole public aviary—I was thinking we could go?
( Now it's the quirked brow of interest, to check and see if it sounds appealing to Lan Zhan on any level. There's been renovations to the aviary that had finished in the last few months, and the botanical garden had statuary and stone gardens involved, too, but more importantly: in all of it, one was meant to move and view.
Also, eat. The inevitability of food around is also true, and good restaurants with vegetarian options? Priceless. )
[Well, normally a public outing would not be Wangji's first choice, but a botanical garden makes up for that. It might be a bit crowded, but there will be quieter areas for sure.
So he nods as he finishes gathering his things.]
I'll just drop this off at my place first. Do we need the car?
Given your love of public transit, and traffic heading through some of the city, the car might be easiest.
( This all said with a show of consideration, a finger tapping on his chin, his head cocked to the side. Wei Wuxian thrives on public transit, not for its effectiveness (though it is, outside of certain busses that suffer alongside cars in traffic crawls during certain periods each day), but for the people watching aspect that grabs his attention.
Trust him on his planning, Lan Zhan! Truly, he's not dragging you to a den of, er, people. Crowds. No, that's nineteenth date material, and involves a festival.
Either way, with Lan Zhan ready to head out, Wei Wuxian's almost jittery with energy and both following then simply walking ahead by merit of taking larger, faster strides, everything about him effortlessly in motion now that they're going again. )
[He does indeed try to avoid public transportation when it's too crowded, but he also walks a lot; Mostly, he uses the car when he needs to transport something big or the distance is prohibitive.
But yes, once again Wei Ying is in movement. Not that he ever completely stopped. He was quiet enough sitting down, but there's always a sort of energy coursing through him when he's doing things, even sitting down at a table.
It's short work to go put the instrument back where it belongs, and take a bag with a few essentials, including a camera, so that they can head out.]
( A cluck of his tongue and a laugh; of course, he has, and he sends along the location ping to Lan Zhan, givin ghim a provocative grin and eyebrow waggle. See? See? Doesn't he GPS! He's so good at the GPS!
He also is about to walk into something, Lan Zhan, save him from himself. )
[Yes, yes, Wei Ying you are a spry young man in the spring of youth, and he is going to catch your wrist and pull you towards him and if you crash into his very solid chest, well, that's not his fault.]
( Thumps right into that chest, with his chest, and his uncaught arm flails into a hold around Lan Zhan's waist in a manner very not conducive to anything romantic or even attractive, beyond how close they are, and the laugh that pulls his lips into a grin and sends his eyes sparkling as he leans fully into his Lan Zhan, fluttering his lashes. )
Aren't you doing that for me?
( And it's a laugh, over the top flirtation that it is, on an ending note of: )
You sure you don't want me to crash into you?
( dave matthews band 'crash into me' plays muffled in the background, with following line of i come into you, dun dun dun )
[Please. He's had enough of you getting hurt, no matter if it's small things like this, or your brother unfailry lashing out at you or just the world being unfair to you in general.
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[Which is the minimum he usually gets, but they need to allow everyone access to those rooms.
The rice is in the cooker and there are some leftovers heating up in a pan. It'll be a quick lunch.]
... Are you alright?
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( He stretches, socks still in hand, and flashes Lan Zhan a smile. Whatever is a kind of tangled mess in his head is mostly a pleasant one at the moment, so it's not even a lie. )
How did you get me to sleep that much longer after putting me to bed early last night, Lan Zhan? You're a man of countless mysteries.
( Meanwhile this man is heading for the cupboard to pull out plates for them to use, and glasses for: )
Water? Tea?
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[Which he knows because he has spent the night a few times even before the dating became official.]
Besides, you usually wake up later than I woke you up this morning. This was only catch up sleep.
Tea, please.
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( There are reasons he could explain it to himself as a strong platonic bond, Lan Zhan, beyond being knowingly oblivious to all the things he's not allowed to want. )
Meaning I go to bed far later than you, so why wouldn't I sleep in, ah?
( Then he's filling the kettle and turning it on, the bubbling noise of it filling in the gaps of the sizzling and the small sounds of the rice cooker. He fetches down everything else they'll need for tea, then stretches again, up onto his toes, arching his back, arms reaching for the ceiling. )
What kind?
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[Pardon him while his eyes stray to he sliver of belly skin that can be seen while you stretch before they come back up.]
... Black, please.
[He's just going to busy himself with the reheating of the leftovers, and stacking everything in bowls once the rice cooker dings.]
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( he digs out the tea and steepers, busying himself measuring out the teaspoon or two and plucking up the kettle as it finishes burbling to heat. he pours the water, balanced on one leg so the foot of his other leg and scratch at the back of his calf. looking back to lan zhan over his shoulder, brows quirked. )
Besides, I get my best work done when the rest of the world quiets down for a while. What can I say?
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[He's not actually going to make you go to bed at the same time as him most nights, Wei Ying, but obviously, last night, you needed it.
But here, food in bowls brought to the table.]
Are you sure you want to come with me?
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( He didn't address more sleep being harmless or not, simply focusses on this, and heading outside, and how the world can revitalise him by exposure. Wei Wuxian loves people in a broad sense, even if his faith in individuals is particularly low from a lifetime's worth of experiences.
He still loves it, loves the better part of human nature, the banding together. Like listening to each other with music, or, in this case of tea slid toward Lan Zhan when joining him at the table, the warmth of moments shared. )
We can do something afterward?
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... I you want to. I just have to go drop my qin back home first.
[He's pretty sure he doesn't want to be carting the heavy instrument to whatever adventure Wei Ying has in mind if he has indeed planned something.]
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Let it be my surprise for you! After we return your qin to where it belongs.
( time to tuck into lunch? time to eat, he thinks, though he couldn't say how much of it he even tasted, and not for any bad reason. he's just too distracted for processing the taste of rice. )
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Afterwards, it's short work to herd Wei Ying into the car, back to Wangji's apartment to pick up his instrument, and then onwards to campus so he can sign into the practice room and start setting up.
He takes a moment to stretch his fingers first, and then to tune the instrument properly.]
I'm learning something new, so it might be a little boring.
[He's going to ahve to decipher and then repeat phrases a lot.]
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My life's not all lived in exciting moments, whatever people might say, I'll be fine. If I start humming too much, or get too fidgety, I'll take myself out for a while.
( And he will, hum without thinking about it to harmonise with or follow the music Lan Zhan breaks down, not actively, but because his brain works in those ways as readily as the other myriad of calls to his attention and intelligence. )
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The harmonizing hums really are not that distracting, but for the first hour or so, the melody is fragmented, bits put together slowly, repeated again and again. Only after that does it finally compose an actual melodic phrase.
Then Wangji repeats that, for quite a while longer, until he is certain he has it memorized, and then he starts adding all of the little extras, the volume indications, the vibrato in certain parts... He is rather exacting in knowing how much he needs to learn a new piece, so four hours was pretty much what was needed here. By then end of that stretch of time, the performance is not yet up to his standards, but most people would call it flawless.
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Ah, but that's who he is, and he understands. He asks no less from himself, and with no less work going in, for all his flair for making it seem effortless, and it is at times. His brain cooperates in ways that make him move faster, skip steps, find what's redundant, dismiss this or that or the other and then—
Then it's the end of the session, near perfect, but not quite there. Wei Wuxian has returned to piecing through his own work, leaving the carefully torn out page of his notebook set to the side, where Lan Zhan will find himself from side profile, imagined in a softer scene, short hair paired with robes out of a myriad of dynasties mired in the past, a plum blossom branch laden with sketched out blossoms hanging in the backdrop, seen through the implication of a round window looking into a garden.
Flight of fancy, yes, as is the flower tucked behind Lan Zhan's ear. )
Time up?
( He asks, looking up with a lopsided smile and quirked brow. )
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[He's finishing packing up the qin when his eyes fall on the sheet of paper with his drawing, and he raised a slightly confused eyebrows at Wei Ying.
It's a beautiful picture, but he's always known Wei Ying was good at drawing. Mostly, he's puzzled at being the subject of the drawing, and also the composition of it - the clothes, the flower? All very well executed but he's still puzzled, and it shows on his face.
The last time someone drew him, it was probably his brother. Xichen is a skilled artist as well, and he often used his brother as a model before, but that hasn't happened in a while, because their schedule rarely match these days. And Wangji isn't one to take selfies a lot, so it's not often he sees his own face reflected back to him.
And he's also impressed he didn't notice it happening.]
Didn't you say you had work to do?
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I did, and so it was done. All my important things, and ah! Lan Zhan!
( He smiles, sauntering close, glancing to the artwork of his own making. )
Any plant allergies I should know about?
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The question makes Wangji blink, and then shake his head. he's not allergic to anything that he knows of, but now he's curious.]
Why do you ask?
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( Now it's the quirked brow of interest, to check and see if it sounds appealing to Lan Zhan on any level. There's been renovations to the aviary that had finished in the last few months, and the botanical garden had statuary and stone gardens involved, too, but more importantly: in all of it, one was meant to move and view.
Also, eat. The inevitability of food around is also true, and good restaurants with vegetarian options? Priceless. )
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So he nods as he finishes gathering his things.]
I'll just drop this off at my place first. Do we need the car?
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( This all said with a show of consideration, a finger tapping on his chin, his head cocked to the side. Wei Wuxian thrives on public transit, not for its effectiveness (though it is, outside of certain busses that suffer alongside cars in traffic crawls during certain periods each day), but for the people watching aspect that grabs his attention.
Trust him on his planning, Lan Zhan! Truly, he's not dragging you to a den of, er, people. Crowds. No, that's nineteenth date material, and involves a festival.
Either way, with Lan Zhan ready to head out, Wei Wuxian's almost jittery with energy and both following then simply walking ahead by merit of taking larger, faster strides, everything about him effortlessly in motion now that they're going again. )
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But yes, once again Wei Ying is in movement. Not that he ever completely stopped. He was quiet enough sitting down, but there's always a sort of energy coursing through him when he's doing things, even sitting down at a table.
It's short work to go put the instrument back where it belongs, and take a bag with a few essentials, including a camera, so that they can head out.]
Do you have the address for the GPS?
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( A cluck of his tongue and a laugh; of course, he has, and he sends along the location ping to Lan Zhan, givin ghim a provocative grin and eyebrow waggle. See? See? Doesn't he GPS! He's so good at the GPS!
He also is about to walk into something, Lan Zhan, save him from himself. )
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... Watch where you're going.
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Aren't you doing that for me?
( And it's a laugh, over the top flirtation that it is, on an ending note of: )
You sure you don't want me to crash into you?
( dave matthews band 'crash into me' plays muffled in the background, with following line of i come into you, dun dun dun )
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[Please. He's had enough of you getting hurt, no matter if it's small things like this, or your brother unfailry lashing out at you or just the world being unfair to you in general.
And so once they get to the car...]
Seatbelt.
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