[ weirdly, there is no immediate response...... not even a non-immediate response.
well, it probably means huaisang is resting, taking a bath, eating good food, possibly painting? maybe left his earpiece on his bed in an effort not to be disturbed? surely that's it!
however, that very evening, when wei wuxian returns to his room, he will find a large scroll neatly resting against the door. when he unrolls it, he will find it is a wall scroll, calligraphy painted on it with strokes both precise and whimsical, something true artists would ooh and aah over — it is expertly done, supremely beautiful, an actual work of art fit to be displayed on the walls of any of the great sects.
or it would be, if it wasn't for the way the characters painted on it make for a poem written for this very occasion:
OVERJOYED, THIS VERY DAY I CONGRATULATE MY GOOD FRIEND ON (POSSIBLE) INTERCOURSE
[First off, he is LITERALLY never speaking to you again. Ever.
Second, every time he tries to throw the stupid scroll away, he finds himself pulling it back out to look at. Fuck him for having such beautiful calligraphy, honestly.
This thing will never see the light of day again and he plasters several talismans over it to assure that no one else can get it open, but instead of tearing it into pieces or setting it on fire, he stuffs it under his mattress and leaves it there.]
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well, it probably means huaisang is resting, taking a bath, eating good food, possibly painting? maybe left his earpiece on his bed in an effort not to be disturbed? surely that's it!
however, that very evening, when wei wuxian returns to his room, he will find a large scroll neatly resting against the door. when he unrolls it, he will find it is a wall scroll, calligraphy painted on it with strokes both precise and whimsical, something true artists would ooh and aah over — it is expertly done, supremely beautiful, an actual work of art fit to be displayed on the walls of any of the great sects.
or it would be, if it wasn't for the way the characters painted on it make for a poem written for this very occasion:
OVERJOYED, THIS VERY DAY
I CONGRATULATE MY GOOD FRIEND
ON (POSSIBLE) INTERCOURSE
😇 ]
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Second, every time he tries to throw the stupid scroll away, he finds himself pulling it back out to look at. Fuck him for having such beautiful calligraphy, honestly.
This thing will never see the light of day again and he plasters several talismans over it to assure that no one else can get it open, but instead of tearing it into pieces or setting it on fire, he stuffs it under his mattress and leaves it there.]