[ Getting out of bed IS difficult. But Jing Yuan's attempts are appreciated, but probably not for the most upstanding of reasons. Wei Wuxian's eyes drift over his chest and abdomen as the blanket tumbles down, unable to help the slightly admiring look at Jing Yuan's body. Can't a guy just appreciate another guy's abs? Come on now.
But when Jing Yuan speaks, his eyes snap back up to meet his face and he gives a bright grin, a laugh at the apology. ]
A pleasure to meet you, Jing Yuan. I'm Wei Wuxian, no title to speak of though. [ He is not telling people he's the Yiling Patriarch while he's here, no. ] So, you're a general? You must be quite powerful.
[ Since he doesn't need to move, he will reach over to grab his congee from the bedside table, setting it in the space between his legs and scooping up a bite with his spoon, eating. ]
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But when Jing Yuan speaks, his eyes snap back up to meet his face and he gives a bright grin, a laugh at the apology. ]
A pleasure to meet you, Jing Yuan. I'm Wei Wuxian, no title to speak of though. [ He is not telling people he's the Yiling Patriarch while he's here, no. ] So, you're a general? You must be quite powerful.
[ Since he doesn't need to move, he will reach over to grab his congee from the bedside table, setting it in the space between his legs and scooping up a bite with his spoon, eating. ]