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Who: LiliS + visitors
Where: LiliS Dorm
When: Day 451, post-game
[ Somehow fine?? Might be some hugs needed, though. ]
Where: LiliS Dorm
When: Day 451, post-game
[ Somehow fine?? Might be some hugs needed, though. ]
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And, without a word, he's just going to head on into the kitchen and get started on one now. Because, you know. After accidentally sharing a memory like that...
It's different, he knows, than it would be if WWX hadn't come back to them an audition. Less of a β shock to the system. But that memory definitely fell under the heading of sucked, and... well... this is just something he knows how to do, okay?
Lotus root and pork ribs soup. It's good, and not even one of the Inhumanly Spicy things WWX likes, so everyone else should be able to enjoy some, too. ]
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Ooooh... what are you making? It smells delicious~! Can I help?
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It's a soup β and sure. Cook much?
[ Innocent questions asked innocently. ]
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[She tries to think, she really does but--]
I don't know! But there's only one way to find out, right?
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[ He's going to keep stirring the broth occasionally, but he points things out around the kitchen. ]
We've got a ton of appliances, things that'll make cooking easier. Like a kettle that can boil water really fast, and a rice cooker... Any of that ringing bells?
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[She looks around the room, nodding at a few of the appliances. None of it seems crazy.]
I don't remember using them but... it feels like I probably can!
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Hmm, which tea would go best for today...
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Thanks again for the help.
[ And he's thinking, but pairing teas with food is a little beyond him, apart from thinking milder teas = milder foods, probably. ]
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No problem. I've never made that particular recipe before, so it was nice to learn. Thanks to you for starting it.
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...tsunnnn]βYeah, well. He said a lot of the stuff they served for Lunar New Years was familiar, I...
[ A tight shrug. ]
He likes this, that's all.
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Anyone ever tell you you're terrible at accepting someone's gratitude?
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Better than being terrible at saying thanks, isn't it?
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( memories within~ )
Once he's returned to the dorm, Wei Wuxian makes himself a large mug of tea and heads directly to the sunroom. There's a misty, early morning view of their garden, particularly in view of some of the lotus blossoms. Thankfully, when Wei Wuxian chooses a couple of memories to replay, after a bit of debate, they aren't even close to the one he ended up with during the game.
Still, they do fill Wei Wuxian with somewhat mixed emotions. Longing, loneliness, heartache, amusement, nostalgia, and others. He might watch them more than once.
The oversized, all-white squishmallow bunny wrapped up snugly within his arms has been crafted with a bit of pale blue satin sewn around it like a forehead ribbon. ]
[ ooc: This was his game memory. There was also this admission (compelled truth). Any of them present could have witnessed either/both of these. β₯β₯ ]
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Lupine raps his knuckles lightly on the sunroom's doorjamb. ]
Hey. There's, uh. [ Tilts his head a little at the sign. ] No eating allowed up here, but when you're hungry β we made you something.
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When Wei Wuxian does glance over to Lupine, he's in the middle of another memory, much more entertaining than the previous ones.
(If he's paying any kind of attention, Lupine might notice that Wei Wuxian physically appears different in the memory— and more similar to the Wei Wuxian from the memory during the game.) ]
You did?
[ It isn't out of the ordinary at all for him to partake in what the others have to offer, food-wise, but for whatever reason the wording feels different. ]
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Yeah.
[ That memory is cute, but also knowing it's WWX's husband has his lips turning up for a different reason. Baby, he wasn't interested in any of the girls from your village. ]
It's, uh. That soup you like.
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Sadly, the Wei Wuxian of then, and even well after, was painfully oblivious. Not that Lan Wangji even displayed or spoke of his emotions. ]
Soup. . .?
[ He's slow to respond, appearing a little confused. ]
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Aster. . .?
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[ Quiet. He shakes his head. ]
You aren't.
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And-- oh.
It feels like something that maybe she shouldn't watch. Something personal and private. Yet she can't bring herself to look away. Her heart is beating so fast-- she's glad no one else can hear it.
She didn't need to know the other person to see the connection between them. The devotion between them just felt that raw and powerful. It made her heart ache a little for things that weren't there. Memories she couldn't touch. People she couldn't remember. She couldn't begin to imagine what it was like to hold such memories and be trapped with no way to see the people you wanted to most. To smile and laugh with them. To hold them.
Persicaria swallows and slaps her cheeks. Okay!!! Go time!
She half runs, half skips over to his side before sliding onto the seat next to him; not stopping until she skids into him, immediately wrapping her arm around him in a big hug.]
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—!!
Persi. . . caria. . .?
[ Ah. Hah. He lightly pats her arm, a little awkward, but not pushing her away. ]
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