[ perhaps out of respect, or mercy, Getou is no longer present in the facilities, but he is still in the club: warm bass humming through his ribcage as he texts on the device that casts his face in cool blue instead of all those blistering neon reds. close enough to watch Lan Wangji make his way into the bathroom, seated at a velvety, oversized couch. ]
Only in the flesh. You know how it is around here. Seemed nice... Lan-san.
[ Lan Wangji is in there for a while, studying the statue, attempting to move it, even trying to feed it spiritual energy in the hopes something happens. Only when all ideas have been executed with no change does he finally step out, stood there under the lights as he turns his focus to the watch once more. ]
Unfortunately, I do know how it is. I do not wish to see him return if he is safe in Gusu. Had shared a meal with him, shortly before my own arrival here.
[ How best to describe their connection? A junior of his clan, a lead disciple? His ward? In the end he settles for the most personable explanation, one that holds the most truth in his heart even if it is not official when it comes to workings of the clan. ]
[ though his intent has been to keep a watchful eye and a low profile, any attempt at stealth is pretty effectively ruined when he reads that last message, and — ]
[ very nearly sprays his fruity little cocktail all over the place, trying to be subtle about the liquor and sugar now inside of his sinuses. very smooth. if it does draw Lan Wangji's gaze, he can't bear to meet it, squirming in his seat until he's faced away enshrouded in black clothing and hard again to pick out but for the bluish light from his texting: ]
Yeah. Maybe. It's not like I'd tell my father if I'd wound up in a place like this.
[ tired of being the bearer of bad news — he lies. ]
[ He definitely heard that— looking over to the booth where the spluttering originated, casting a scrupulous gaze on the person to see if he knows them...
but they aren't looking this way, and it isn't serious enough that he's going to go over there and peer at them, especially when he doesn't make a habit of frequenting this.. establishment.. anyway. ]
Only wish to look out for his safety. Not to impose on other matters.
[ Yeah he doesn't want to think about what young Sizhui got up to here, thanks very much ]
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My thanks.
You were acquainted before?
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Only in the flesh. You know how it is around here.
Seemed nice... Lan-san.
He could come back. It's happened before.
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Unfortunately, I do know how it is. I do not wish to see him return if he is safe in Gusu.
Had shared a meal with him, shortly before my own arrival here.
[ How best to describe their connection? A junior of his clan, a lead disciple? His ward? In the end he settles for the most personable explanation, one that holds the most truth in his heart even if it is not official when it comes to workings of the clan. ]
He is my son.
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[ very nearly sprays his fruity little cocktail all over the place, trying to be subtle about the liquor and sugar now inside of his sinuses. very smooth. if it does draw Lan Wangji's gaze, he can't bear to meet it, squirming in his seat until he's faced away enshrouded in black clothing and hard again to pick out but for the bluish light from his texting: ]
Yeah. Maybe.
It's not like I'd tell my father if I'd wound up in a place like this.
[ tired of being the bearer of bad news — he lies. ]
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but they aren't looking this way, and it isn't serious enough that he's going to go over there and peer at them, especially when he doesn't make a habit of frequenting this.. establishment.. anyway. ]
Only wish to look out for his safety. Not to impose on other matters.
[ Yeah he doesn't want to think about what young Sizhui got up to here, thanks very much ]