[ jiang cheng makes a habit of picking fights with anything and anyone that twitches wrongly before him, that is true. what surprises him is tomoe's disdain focuses on lan wangji, moreso than the former of the two. for a moment, he thinks how could anyone hate lan wangji, before recalling his own sordid past and the hostilities he had felt towards a man he did not understand as readily or as easily as his own. doubling that with tomoe's mindset, which wei wuxian had dug into for personal, curious reasons, and he's beginning to see where troubles could arise beyond what even he was capable of handling. sharp smiles only speak to the youkai, after all. he doesn't want to turn such a look upon the other two - not unless they've really, really earned it. ]
Maybe we can throw hands later, when we're not on the train. Burn off some of the hostilities with a little physical exercise, you know?
[ not here, not now. he'd rather throw himself off the train than see a repeat of the noodle bar incident, with the added bonus of a new participant. at that rate, it'd become a noodle war. quickly, he wrestles three pieces out of his bag, holding them in his cupped palms for the other three to see. a delicate silver-and-green floral piece is clearly for tomoe, matched to his hair and the pretty, tapered lengths of his ears. a bolder, gold-and-violet cuff made to hook along the back of the ear and dangle in soft layers of thread is a small thing he's pieced together from two other accessories for jiang cheng. the last is a dewy, marbled set of white-and-black stones in woven metal, made to be worn across fingers and knuckles and secured on the wrist; this is the one for lan wangji, of course.
each one, carefully picked. the two for his partners, of course, were put together by his own hand. the other was restained and painted to suit tomoe's coloring. ]
For now, look! Look, see? I brought you two gifts as well, I didn't want you to get jealous I was giving mister fox all my fashion advice.
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[ jiang cheng makes a habit of picking fights with anything and anyone that twitches wrongly before him, that is true. what surprises him is tomoe's disdain focuses on lan wangji, moreso than the former of the two. for a moment, he thinks how could anyone hate lan wangji, before recalling his own sordid past and the hostilities he had felt towards a man he did not understand as readily or as easily as his own. doubling that with tomoe's mindset, which wei wuxian had dug into for personal, curious reasons, and he's beginning to see where troubles could arise beyond what even he was capable of handling. sharp smiles only speak to the youkai, after all. he doesn't want to turn such a look upon the other two - not unless they've really, really earned it. ]
Maybe we can throw hands later, when we're not on the train. Burn off some of the hostilities with a little physical exercise, you know?
[ not here, not now. he'd rather throw himself off the train than see a repeat of the noodle bar incident, with the added bonus of a new participant. at that rate, it'd become a noodle war. quickly, he wrestles three pieces out of his bag, holding them in his cupped palms for the other three to see. a delicate silver-and-green floral piece is clearly for tomoe, matched to his hair and the pretty, tapered lengths of his ears. a bolder, gold-and-violet cuff made to hook along the back of the ear and dangle in soft layers of thread is a small thing he's pieced together from two other accessories for jiang cheng. the last is a dewy, marbled set of white-and-black stones in woven metal, made to be worn across fingers and knuckles and secured on the wrist; this is the one for lan wangji, of course.
each one, carefully picked. the two for his partners, of course, were put together by his own hand. the other was restained and painted to suit tomoe's coloring. ]
For now, look! Look, see? I brought you two gifts as well, I didn't want you to get jealous I was giving mister fox all my fashion advice.