[ Though, he does want to find a place to train still, so he keeps poking around the gym.
There's a closed-off area with punching bags against the walls, clearly meant to be hung off hooks on the ceiling, except that they're not hung up so that the floor can be clear. On the other side is a rack of yoga mats, and there's a whole wall of mirrors for some reason, as well as a bar. He walks in curious as to this setup, looks for a light and finds something that--
--Turns the room a soft red and starts playing bachata music? Not that Lan Wangji knows what the hell that is or what language this is even playing. He's somehow stumbled into the shared-space dance studio.
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[ Though, he does want to find a place to train still, so he keeps poking around the gym.
There's a closed-off area with punching bags against the walls, clearly meant to be hung off hooks on the ceiling, except that they're not hung up so that the floor can be clear. On the other side is a rack of yoga mats, and there's a whole wall of mirrors for some reason, as well as a bar. He walks in curious as to this setup, looks for a light and finds something that--
--Turns the room a soft red and starts playing bachata music? Not that Lan Wangji knows what the hell that is or what language this is even playing. He's somehow stumbled into the shared-space dance studio.
He immediately turns off the light and the music.
Because obviously, it's cursed. ]