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[daozhangs]

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cue trace rambling about shit that doesn't actually contribute to the tag, smh

[daozhangs]

( to be fair, xingchen would think that her sentiments regarding their living arrangements are entirely reasonable. were she to ask why things are as they are, the answer would be far more pragmatic than sentimental: they each live where they've always lived, at least since they arrived in this realm. prior to lanzhu's arrival, xingchen spent a handful of nights per week with jiang wanyin at lotus pier, and recently he has (discreetly, at times) begun to do so again. but to make it his more permanent residence would be to abandon runyu here in the home which his dear friend has only just allowed himself to believe in again. a home which xingchen asked of mana personally, paid for with his very first batch of her coins, for the cell which lies inside to contain him as his hunger grows. and even if jiang wanyin were to spare runyu an invitation to lotus pier as well, xingchen isn't sure that he could stomach the cottage being reduced to the abandoned house he retreats to every couple of months to seal himself away. perhaps he's too sentimental. perhaps he's allowed to be, with regards to the first home he has ever truly had.

as for today, lanzhu's greeting filters in to where he's tidying up in the kitchen (a blessing, these werefox senses), and not five seconds later he's opening up the door with a warm smile. ) Lanzhu! Good afternoon, ( he greets. this afternoon, xingchen has traded his typical robes for comfortable pants and a soft pastel sweater, his hair tied back in a way which one might almost call 'messy', though more than a few wispy bangs fall free - one of which tickles at his cheek now with help from the spring breeze. he makes to brush it away with a finger, which seems to remind him that he's still wearing rubber dishwashing gloves. he makes to remove them now as he asks, ) Shall I come out, or would you like to come in?