inbox (penance)

[weiward]

if he doesn't answer, he's probably at the bar.
(he's probably at the bar.)

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[deadwenwalking]

I didn't copy it exactly...

[He should have at least copied it better instead of trying to do it from memory, but he was very concerned about pulling out diagrams or languages from random books in Hell.]

I didn't want to accidentally draw something dangerous. But they had... a whole section in the library and...

[He hesitates a few seconds, looking away from the screen and then looking back.]

Young Master, I hate to ask something unrelated, but... your forehead.

[It didn't quite make it into a question, but the intent is there.]

[weiward]

[smart thinking wen ning. leave the accidentally drawing something dangerous up to him. though it's something lan zhan would probably be interested in too.

he's pondering over all of this, eyebrows raising when he sees that wen ning has become distracted by something else.]

Hmm? What is it?

[ah. that. he shakes his head.]

They're just nubs.

[deadwenwalking]

[Just nubs, as if having horns on one's head is nothing. It's not nothing - not if what their mutual acquaintance said was true.]

Master, you can't have those! How do we get rid of them?

[His voice lowers into a frantic whisper, but he's afraid to give too many reasons for why he's upset. Tim had said they might be listening, and here they are over an open network that Hell has control over.]

[weiward]

[uh...okay. while it's true that it's not exactly -normal-, at least not for him, some people have developed far worse here. maybe he even deserves it. at any rate, he wasn't expecting wen ning to nearly panic over the sight of them.]

Wen Ning, it's alright. They don't hurt.

[most of the time.]

[deadwenwalking]

That's not the p-point.

[And speaking of points, he aims one finger at the screen, pointing in the other man's general direction. It can be assumed he's meant to be pointing at the horns.]

You can't let them grow any... any longer.

[Wen Ning gives Wei Wuxian a serious look.] Okay?

[weiward]

Okay...

[his eyebrows inch even higher, physically leaning back when wen ning points at him.]

I promise I'll try to keep them small.

[that would be fine with him but he's mostly just wanting to appease him right now.]

[deadwenwalking]

[Wen Ning nods seriously, though he knows Wei Wuxian probably has no idea why this is so upsetting.

He leans in closer to his device, lowering his voice further.]

I'll talk to you about it i-in person.

[weiward]

Okay.

[he whispers back before resuming his normal volume.]

You know where my room is at, don't you? We have a spare bed, you can even sleep in it if you want.

[deadwenwalking]

Did... you want me to move in? I was assigned to a different room recently. I don't know what's allowed.

[There don't seem to be all that many rules in Hell, but he wouldn't want to get in trouble here all the same.]

[weiward]

I'm sure plenty of people sleep in beds that aren't theirs.

[wei wuxian isn't sleeping in his, after all. it's the reason they have that extra bed in the first place.]

You could even go between the rooms if you wanted.

[deadwenwalking]

I'll do that if it's what you want.

[It might make the other man more comfortable to know he's nearby and can be called upon when needed.]