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[wangxian]

WHO: ancient men from ancient china ( lan wangji ↪ wangxian, jiang cheng ↪ sandu, & wei wuxian ↪ laozu ) and rowdy teens with wild keys ( riku ↪ inherited, sora ↪ lighthearted, & roxas ↪ recompleted )
WHERE: various locations.
WHEN: various times.
WHAT: a catch-all log for this disaster of an apartment.
NOTES OR WARNINGS: n/a. will update as needed.

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[laozu]

Why's that?

[ not to be judgmental, but definitely to be pushy about the way roxas thinks and feels. he won't go as far as to say that they got off on a good foot on the network, but he won't say that it was a 'bad' one either. just a foot, as so many first steps require. wei wuxian finds his way onto the roof and clambers on his hands and knees to where roxas sits, flopping down beside him in the way that all things are done by him: dramatically. he even starfishes on the rooftop, basking in the dying sun-warmed structure. the weather is turning so cold now, he'll miss the sun. ]

The only structures this tall where I come from are the towers. Some of them are for looking out, normally at people. One of them is just - a pretty thing, to show off wealth. I prefer natural height, like the mountains. Have you ever stood on top of a mountain and looked out across the world? It's so much.

[recompleted]

[Why does he like being up high? It used to be because sitting up on the clock tower meant that Axel and Xion would be with him soon, but that's not the case here, and he still feels more centered. He scoots over, making sure there's room for both of them and smiling at the dramatic flopping.]

I think it's because it's easier to think without getting caught up in stuff when I'm high up. There's more space, but I can still come down when I want to. I've never been to the top of a mountain, though.

[laozu]

You're remarkably cute, [ he lavishes affection on those younger than him without shame or hesitation, the way an eccentric uncle or the mother of one's best friend might. covering his mouth with the back of a hand, he laughs through his fingers and none of it is ill of intention. there is something wildly liberated about the way he speaks plainly, honestly, without filter. ]

If ever we're able to visit a mountainous region in this world, I would suggest you take the opportunity. If ever we dream of one, tackle it with your whole heart. I think you'll find no better place in the world to find that inner peace than atop a high peak.

[ rolling onto his side, he props his chin into his palm and regards roxas. ]

What sort of place did you come from, Roxas? If there were no mountains, was it a city like this?

[recompleted]

[He is not cute, and that gets a small scowl, but only for a moment. He's too relaxed otherwise. And he'll have to keep the mountain talk in mind; he's never been on one, but he's got all the opportunities in the world now, doesn't it? Maybe it's as amazing as it sounds.]

Oh...that's a tricky question. [He chuckles, even though it's only a little funny to him.] The place I call home is a quiet town surrounded by a lot of forest. But I really come from Sora.

[laozu]

[ too bad you are, you're about the same size as his juniors back home - give or take a year. in his mind, roxas is cute. scrappy and independent like a half-feral feline, but cute. ]

Oh? I'm definitely interested in hearing about both.

[ he's not the type to say that a 'person can't be a place', as he's found his own home in the arms of someone he's come to know very well. yet, he did not come from lan wangji. ]

Young master Sora looks a little too young to be a father, or a mother - but whom am I to say.

[ the sly grin, all his teeth on display, suggests he's only joking. ]

[recompleted]

[He would consider the last part a compliment if he knew.]

Ugh, no, don't call him that!

[Roxas makes a face, tongue sticking out a little. Sora is not his parent.]

He's... [Man, how does he explain this?] One time he splits himself and two and I'm the other half.

[laozu]

What! That's amazing!

[ the moment that roxas sticks his tongue out, wei wuxian's hands find his cheeks and squish them. pure glee on his face. ]

-- and you're a whole unique person! Is this like Dawn? He was younger than Riku but they were identical, like twins! You're not Sora's twin, then? You can't be, you're very blonde after all - why can't I split myself in half like that and create a whole other 'me' that isn't me, could you imagine two Wei Wuxians wouldn't that drive Lan Zhan and Jiang Cheng absolutely insane or perhaps I could bring Mo Xuanyu back, I'm sure I could do that I know I lied to Xue Yang about piecing a soul back together but who would want to help Xue Yang of all people, you don't need to know who Xue Yang is, he was a naughty child and you're a delightful child and I'm just so excited, this is amazing!

[ yes he did just say that without taking a breath, sorry roxas ]

[recompleted]

[Roxas tries to keep up, listening and nodding and waiting for moment to answer a question or ask one of his own or get in any kind of word edgewise, but he just keeps going and going and going and finally all he can say is—]

What?

[laozu]

[ what do you mean you can't follow along with his babble ]

You're a good young man, is what I mean to say. I'm glad to have met you and happy you came to live with us - whatever your origins.

[ he touches a hand to his own chest and says: ] This isn't my original body. A young man named Mo Xuanyu gave his life to give me a second chance. I mean to say that I understand what it can mean, to have been born from an atypical source.

[recompleted]

[Roxas is quiet for another few moments, unsure what to say again—but for a different reason this time. No one's ever said anything like that to him before. And the rest...that's a little too close to the familiar.]

That's kind of...cool? That you get it. I don't think a lot of people would.

[laozu]

I won't promise I understand it perfectly, but I feel it in my heart that I can sympathize.

[ and then he reaches out and lays hand to roxas's face, giving those round cheeks a little squish. one more thing that's bizarre about him; that desire to touch others who haven't outright slapped him down. he pushes them in gently, and then pulls his hands away with a bright smile. ]

Welcome home, Roxas!

[recompleted]

[It takes him a second, but then he smiles, too. He's never had a home before. Or rather...he has, but no one's been able to welcome him back to it.]

Thanks. It's good to be here.