[ moments like these are the moments where he desires to tease lan wangji, to rile him to that silent, explosive brink of frustration as he had when they were younger, more prone to struggling against one another's personality than working together. especially as well as they had ( he thinks of yi city, in particular -- ). so many of his attempts have fallen short and emptily against lan wangji, who has become made of even sterner stuff in wei wuxian's thirteen-year absence. save for in drink, where he is weak and pliable and so very, very silly.

he's lifted by gusu-lan's finest as though he were a child, left dangling for but a moment - silent, feeling a little stung by how simple a task it was - before he is set on the ground once more. there's snow in his boot, he knows; but the coat around his shoulders is warmed by another's body, suitably so. he wants to sink into it, because he is cold and ill-suited for chillier temperatures without the ability to regulate his temperature. certainly, the task at hand would warm him... but, he's bored of it. instead, he drags the coat tightly around his body and sits down, heavily, in the space where lan wangji had planted his feet so firmly.

it's a petulant gesture, but it's really only so that he can reach for his boot and take it off, to better scoop the snow from inside. ]

You're such a beast, Lan Zhan - it's unfair. So handsome, so strong, so generous, [ he tugs on the coat, drawing it up around his throat and jawline as an example, ] it's a wonder you're unmarried. Any maiden would fall under the weight of your charms!