He would've loved to ask Shijie for advice, she was good at most anything she put her hands to, and he was sure she'd know how to help, but it's unfortunate that dream has ended, and he has to be happy with what time he'd been given. But Lan Zhan's certainty, his belief in his own abilities is admirable, and even drunk, he's not about to question it. Whatever the state of their robes, if Lan Zhan makes them, he'll wear them proudly.
At Lan Zhan's bidding, he stops wriggling, and takes a slow breath, wincing only a little as the zipper finally releases. He makes a face and pinches lightly at the now-bare skin of his stomach as if it's betrayed him, as though that's the real problem and not simply, that he'd try to wear a dress that wasn't at all made to fit him. After a moment, he drops it, hand hovering over the injured rib instead.
"Mm, so I'll paint the lanterns, and Lan Zhan will make the robes. What else, what else... invitations? Ah- I should probably write those..." he remembers well enough the abrupt and impersonal tone of the invitation Lan Zhan had sent out for his nephew's one-month celebration.
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At Lan Zhan's bidding, he stops wriggling, and takes a slow breath, wincing only a little as the zipper finally releases. He makes a face and pinches lightly at the now-bare skin of his stomach as if it's betrayed him, as though that's the real problem and not simply, that he'd try to wear a dress that wasn't at all made to fit him. After a moment, he drops it, hand hovering over the injured rib instead.
"Mm, so I'll paint the lanterns, and Lan Zhan will make the robes. What else, what else... invitations? Ah- I should probably write those..." he remembers well enough the abrupt and impersonal tone of the invitation Lan Zhan had sent out for his nephew's one-month celebration.