[ Lan Wangji steps out of the dressing room averting his gaze, looking slightly annoyed but also somehow like he usually looks.
He looks sharp, well-dressed for a modern man. Somehow there's not a wrinkle in sight, and he's managed to pick pants that show off his tiny waist and how long his legs are. ]
Wei Ying.
[ He finally looks over. ]
Was that supposed to be a shirt?
[ It definitely seemed more like a flag or a banner. He doesn't understand these fashions. ]
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He looks sharp, well-dressed for a modern man. Somehow there's not a wrinkle in sight, and he's managed to pick pants that show off his tiny waist and how long his legs are. ]
Wei Ying.
[ He finally looks over. ]
Was that supposed to be a shirt?
[ It definitely seemed more like a flag or a banner. He doesn't understand these fashions. ]