Wei Wuxian reaches up again to feel the final bun, flushing a little when he realizes the style leaves the hint of bitemarks climbing up his nape visible just over the collar of his robes. "Lan Zhan," he breathes, astonished, laughing again when he takes Lan Zhan's hand to pull him up and towards the dancers.

"I don't want to go home too early," he says, still enchanted by the food and the festive laughter and the lights, but as he curls towards Lan Zhan for a first dance, he thinks he might change his mind.