[It was a rough morning. After orientation, which Lan Wangji finds the lesson absolutely ridiculous, he took everything at face value and left the facility. He tightens up his robes to hide his hideous thin black line running down his throat, a tattoo that designated him of his place in this world's society.
Lan Wangji looks at the world indifferently, putting up his stoic front. Hand tucked behind his back, carrying his sword. He make a few people turn heads, as he seems like an ethereal being descended from a high place wearing snow white robes and perfect features of beauty as he walked through the faceless crowd.
Then out of nowhere, when he finds himself being locked in an embrace. He stiffens at first, hands balls into a fist, ready to strike. But then realizing who it was, when their eyes connect, he relaxed.]
"Wei Ying. You're here as well? Was it really a curse?"
[ooc: Also hello~ /waves. I was looking around and I see you. Can't resist. e.e]
b. the long way around
Lan Wangji looks at the world indifferently, putting up his stoic front. Hand tucked behind his back, carrying his sword. He make a few people turn heads, as he seems like an ethereal being descended from a high place wearing snow white robes and perfect features of beauty as he walked through the faceless crowd.
Then out of nowhere, when he finds himself being locked in an embrace. He stiffens at first, hands balls into a fist, ready to strike. But then realizing who it was, when their eyes connect, he relaxed.]
"Wei Ying. You're here as well? Was it really a curse?"
[ooc: Also hello~ /waves. I was looking around and I see you. Can't resist. e.e]