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asgardchrysalis2020-01-08 01:34 pm
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Who: Lan Wangji and Anyone/Everyone
What: Lan Wangji has discovered sledding. He is baffled. Come try and convince him to try it or avoid it, etc. He has a white and a black bunny hopping along with him.
When: From Jan 8 to whenever
Where: A hill I made up right outside of town.
Rating: PG for Sledding? Maybe PG-13 if Wei Ying comes along.
Lan Wangji has seen something like this, once, in Gusu. Although he spent a fair amount of time traveling on night hunts and various duties, he'd rarely spend any real time among townspeople. They were loud and rough and stared at him, a stern figure all in white. The uneasiness was mutual. However, it was impossible to wholly avoid them and there had been one winter he'd nearly been run over by a group of boys sliding down a snowy hill on what seemed to be a piece of scrap metal. It had been irritating and confusing, both.
Apparently, this is somehow a universal activity. The locals seem to have fashioned wooden implements on which to go down the steep hills around the city and it makes it no less baffling. Lan Wangji's bunnies, hopping dutifully along with him look no more impressed as he stops to watch, trying to understand. Wei Ying would be able to explain, he thinks, immediately finding himself flushing at even the thought of Wei Ying. It has taken considerable effort to re-balance his qi following their last interaction and he's certain it will be a wasted effort as soon as he sees him, again.
Life is very, very different than it was.
What: Lan Wangji has discovered sledding. He is baffled. Come try and convince him to try it or avoid it, etc. He has a white and a black bunny hopping along with him.
When: From Jan 8 to whenever
Where: A hill I made up right outside of town.
Rating: PG for Sledding? Maybe PG-13 if Wei Ying comes along.
Lan Wangji has seen something like this, once, in Gusu. Although he spent a fair amount of time traveling on night hunts and various duties, he'd rarely spend any real time among townspeople. They were loud and rough and stared at him, a stern figure all in white. The uneasiness was mutual. However, it was impossible to wholly avoid them and there had been one winter he'd nearly been run over by a group of boys sliding down a snowy hill on what seemed to be a piece of scrap metal. It had been irritating and confusing, both.
Apparently, this is somehow a universal activity. The locals seem to have fashioned wooden implements on which to go down the steep hills around the city and it makes it no less baffling. Lan Wangji's bunnies, hopping dutifully along with him look no more impressed as he stops to watch, trying to understand. Wei Ying would be able to explain, he thinks, immediately finding himself flushing at even the thought of Wei Ying. It has taken considerable effort to re-balance his qi following their last interaction and he's certain it will be a wasted effort as soon as he sees him, again.
Life is very, very different than it was.