Lan Zhan! Lan Zhaaaaaaaan - ( there comes a call from outside lan wangji's front door on this fine morning, followed by a pitter-pattering of tiny knocks - knocks which make entirely too much sense once the door is opened to find wei ying standing far too close to it, close enough to be able to rap at the door with two feeble knuckles while the rest of his arms are tucked deep within the barrel of his hoodie. were they familiar with the concept of a t-rex, that's precisely what he might be reminiscent of, his sleeves bunched terribly around his wrists so as to have his fingers exposed to knock.

lan zhan isn't given time to greet him - instead, wei ying is brushing past him into his cabin, making quick tracks for the fireplace with every intention of sitting as close to it as he can without literally catching on fire. and all the while he's complaining, of course - ) Lan Zhan, Lan Zhan, how are you not cold? I suppose you're used to your cold pond, hm? Well your pond's terrible, sorry to say, and so is this. ( give him a moment to situate where he's sitting, to wrangle his hands back out of his sleeves to rub them together in front of the fire. ) Oh, and! You might be wondering why I've not cozied up to my own fire. Well, let it be known that the fire in my cabin is undoubtedly cursed, and I'm much too cold to deal with the stupid cursed fire at the moment.