[Lan Wangji's a serious man by nature, but the atmosphere right now is even more somber than it might normally be. He follows in silence, stepping inside the office once they arrive. He waits until Hua Cheng closes the door, remaining standing and fixing his eyes on a blank spot on the wall. He wouldn't normally be so rude, but when he can't trust his own eyes, he figures it's better to take precautions.]
I'm fine. And, I suppose I have the advantage of having worn an eyepatch for so long, so I'm not necessarily caught off guard. [ It still hurts, dully. But that's what happens when you lose an eye and wind up with what amounts to chemical burns on your face.
His tails flick behind him as he moves into the office, door securely shut and better ensuring their privacy. Hua Cheng can tell something is off, but that's largely because, well, he knows Lan Wangji. Moving, he drops to sit heavily, massaging his fingers against his right temple. ]
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His tails flick behind him as he moves into the office, door securely shut and better ensuring their privacy. Hua Cheng can tell something is off, but that's largely because, well, he knows Lan Wangji. Moving, he drops to sit heavily, massaging his fingers against his right temple. ]
You, on the other hand, look terrible.