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Lan Wangji 蓝忘机
36 / M / Gusu

<span style="font-family:century gothic,helvetica,arial,sans-serif;"><img src="https://i.imgur.com/ScI5Hsw.png" style="height:20px;margin:0 5px -4px 0;"><b style="color:#e75480;">YOUR NAME</b> failed to match with you! <b>(ERROR: USER ALREADY MATCHED)</b></span> MATCH

<lj-raw><span style="font-family:century gothic,helvetica,arial,sans-serif;"><img src="https://i.imgur.com/P3gZl1b.png" style="height:20px;margin:0 5px -4px 0;"> <b style="color:#e75480;">YOUR NAME</b> sent you a message! <blockquote style="border-left:5px solid #ddd;padding:0 0 0 10px;"> Message_content </blockquote></span></lj-raw> MESSAGE

<span style="font-family:century gothic,helvetica,arial,sans-serif;"><img src="https://i.imgur.com/w2B4FYG.png" style="height:20px;margin:0 5px -4px 0;"><b style="color:#e75480;">YOUR NAME</b> sent you a flirt!</span> FLIRT

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Difficult here.

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an image file is sent over]

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[he'll open it, of course!]

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[design notes for a custom game board and the rules of a game, in Lan Wangji's hand]

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I have never seen him play.

[!]

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Nor I.

I have not yet given it to him.

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Shall I wait?

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Not long.

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The library or tent may have others.

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Mm. This was a commission.

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Magolor?

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Yes. Fine work.

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I will think of another.

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To occupy him?

[in your company?]

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[...]

Things remain too close.

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Neutral ground.

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So I hope.

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It will help. He already takes meals with you.

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He carries guilt and fear.

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That does not change.

Have courage.

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Yes.

[of course he is also afraid.]

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I can ask Wei Ying for suggestions.

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My thanks.

[he is not sure he wants to ask future Wei Wuxian himself, for various reasons.]

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No need.

[he is in his own quiet way as thirsty to matchmake them as future Wei Wuxian is. it's terrible. he just has more restraint about it, or perhaps simply the knowledge that his own self has always been constant.]

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[he stares at his phone for a while. all the things he wants to say are things his older self knows already. it's really Wei Ying he wants to hear them.]

How are you?