Mar. 5th, 2021

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(OOM: In which Wei Wuxian and Lan Wangji are introduced to the concepts of 'vacation', 'Airbnb', and 'charcuterie boards' all in one go. AKA Zenigata steals his new son and new son's hopeless crush soulmate away on a vacation to the French Countryside)

Wei Ying is back in the bar, a little more at home in the skin he has now, thankfully much less prone to knocking his shins against every chair and low table in existence. He has managed to bring back his little makeshift flute, and is currently perched on the railing of the porch, trying to coax out a Yunmeng tune he heard in a previous life.

It doesn't help that this flute is no Chenqing, and there's something... wrong, with it. Considering he made it in under a minute to try and save a bunch of under-prepared juniors, it's a pretty amazing flute (if he does say so himself, which he does), but it's not exactly the height of handcraft artistry.
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[ In which Zenigata steals away to have an evening with Lupin while he leaves his grown children to keep themselves busy for a night. ]

[ However, actions have consequences, and Zenigata finds that he's got one waiting for him when he returns to Lyon. ]



Warnings:
1st OOM, Complete: Cuddling Lupin, Negotiating theft like it's consent for sex, saucy talk, 
no explicit content.
2nd OOM, complete: Closeted queer faces forced outing, tabloids.
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The bar is up one clone, still recovering from surgery and a night in the bacta tank.

Really, the only reason Fives limps into the bar today is to get away from Echo and his constant attempts to boost morale and be supportive and generally make Fives feel awful for running off on his own like that. He's aware that he runs the risk of people here making a fuss, but his back hurts again and he'd rather bee fussed over somewhere where there's cinnamon rolls and media to watch.

Fortunately, the light cloth scrub top he's wearing over his injured back with his usual black pants, don't make him look too much like he's wandered in from a medbay.

He makes a direct line towards the fireplaces, and the longest couch he can find, so he can at least lie down without bending his torso, and when a rat comes over he just asks for his feed interface and something he can drink from the bottle without sitting up.

See? He's fine.