[ He is not even going to question his taking his shirt off in the middle of the store and leaving it in a pile for the employees to deal with. No, he wouldn't know where these are supposed to go because he'd forgotten which of these racks he'd pull them off of.
He catches up, and takes Wei Ying by the arm. ]
It's not you. It's the clothing.
[ Wei Ying, he's happy to see. Even if he doesn't seem like it, but you know how he is. But now that they're in this part of the store, Lan Wangji spies a particularly ostentatious black shirt made of burnout velvet in a damask pattern. The sleeves go past the wrist and have little red ribbons gathering them together. But he quite likes the fabric, and it's a familiar wrapped front, so he pulls it off the hanger and hands it to Wei Ying. ]
[ OoC: PS it definitely looks like this guess he's just gonna have mesh shirts from now on ]
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[ He is not even going to question his taking his shirt off in the middle of the store and leaving it in a pile for the employees to deal with. No, he wouldn't know where these are supposed to go because he'd forgotten which of these racks he'd pull them off of.
He catches up, and takes Wei Ying by the arm. ]
It's not you. It's the clothing.
[ Wei Ying, he's happy to see. Even if he doesn't seem like it, but you know how he is. But now that they're in this part of the store, Lan Wangji spies a particularly ostentatious black shirt made of burnout velvet in a damask pattern. The sleeves go past the wrist and have little red ribbons gathering them together. But he quite likes the fabric, and it's a familiar wrapped front, so he pulls it off the hanger and hands it to Wei Ying. ]
[ OoC: PS it definitely looks like this guess he's just gonna have mesh shirts from now on ]