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[huffs at him: a hidden laugh, fond]

Your clothing.

[untamedhero]

Oh, right.

[time to strip like clothes are no longer necessary.]

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[solemnly offers him an extra towel, and a too-big-but-clean inner robe to wear after the bath, and absconds briefly to figure out the washing machine]

[untamedhero]

[taking those things and climbing into the tub once he's ready for the bath. time to get clean and lounge around in too big of robes like he just belongs there.

he's probably cleaned up, in those inner robes, and already playing around with the stuffed rabbit by the time Lan Wangji figures out the laundry, mostly laughing about how floppy the ears are.]

[one_note]

[cool he's coming back in a towel because Wei Wuxian is in his spare robe. ripped.

...pauses to watch him quietly for a second instead of arrowing straight for the bath, charmed]

[untamedhero]

[ripped.

and also that bandage showing very clearly when Wei Wuxian looks over, smile falling into a more puzzled look. oh right, he was gonna do a Concern about that.]

Hanguang-Jun, what happened to your side?

[one_note]

[glances down at it]

Not of concern.

[untamedhero]

[on the one hand, it's Lan Wangji who can heal his own wounds.

on the other hand, nope, still a little fussed.]

... it's concerning to me. If it's still healing, all of that could have aggravated it.

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It was required.

[untamedhero]

[and now it's a full-on frown.]

Are they really requiring that at this point...?

[he's known violence would be a thing this place would bring up sooner or later but "required"...]

[one_note]

[WEI YING NO]

By myself.

[untamedhero]

[WEI YING MAYBE?!

but that gets a slow head turn so he can just. stare at Lan Wangji.]

... you did it to yourself? Why?

[wait. shakes his head.]

No, don't answer that yet. Go take your bath.

[make your time, Lan Zhan.]

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[he doesn't take that much time; he's not the kind to hide in a room away from a discussion even if he happens to be terrible at discussion. comes out clean, hair down and damp, in pants and an outer robe belted about him, hiding the freshly-rebandaged wound.

joins him on the bed, sitting carefully on the edge]

[untamedhero]

[shoving Bao at him once he's seated. making sure the fluffy bun's fat face is blocking view of him.]

Hanguang-Jun, you've made our dear Bao fret over your well-being. How could you be injuring yourself like this? Take better care!

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[allows himself to be bunned, though he does try to figure out where Wei Wuxian's holding it so he can put a hand lightly over one of his]

My apologies.

[untamedhero]

[he's quiet for a moment, but lowers the bun a bit so he can rest his chin on the round fluff, watching Lan Wangji.]

Really, aren't you the one who should set a good example? If you're doing things like this, what am I supposed to think? But I'll accept that it was a necessity this one time.

[one_note]

[he had meant to heal it long before Wei Wuxian ever had cause to see it. the best-laid plans...]

Do you think you are setting poor ones?

[untamedhero]

Have I set good ones?

[has to think about this]

... I guess the carrying thing counts for that, doesn't it.

[one_note]

Hm.

[is his hair still loose or did he find a new ribbon at some point]

[untamedhero]

[he did find a new ribbon but currently isn't wearing it because just had a bath. lbr, it probably got put into the laundry with his clothes.]

Hmm... then I guess I will just say I only set good examples and everyone should listen to me.

[one_note]

Ridiculous.

[affection, far more than judgement. tugs Wei Wuxian to turn his back to him, drawing a comb and a ribbon identical to the one he took out of his sleeve]

[untamedhero]

[easily maneuvered, though keeping Bao in his lap and arms, relaxing as he lets Lan Wangji comb his hair. laughs a bit.]

It makes perfect sense and is not at all nonsense.

[one_note]

[lingers over the task, though he ties Wei Wuxian's hair up in its normal high tail quickly after, with easy familiarity]

How, then?

[untamedhero]

Ah, I have to prove my work in this?

[tilts his head back so he can look at Lan Wangji]

Then, isn't it that a lot of my actions are impulsive and this place encourages that sort of behavior? Though... I can't really say I like the idea of encouraging injuries. Even if that's also an impulsive thing.

So maybe not everything I said...

[one_note]

[calm]

Not encouraged. Required my powers, earlier.

...

Too much is conjecture. I will speak to the fae.