[Once Nie Huaisang has squared his things away, Lan Xichen isn't hard to find, tucked away down an aisle of artbooks. Predictable as ever.
Though the First Jade of Lan seems both so engrossed and also furtive about his reading selection one might think it were a book full of paintings of plump pink women sharing a single length of gauze and not another scrap of fabric between them.
It's not porn.
It's worse.
It's cubism.
When Xichen registers Huaisang's footfalls, he snaps the book shut as though he were reading something scandalous, and in one swift motion, slides it back onto the shelf from whence it came. He's all warm smiles when he turns to face Huaisang.]
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Though the First Jade of Lan seems both so engrossed and also furtive about his reading selection one might think it were a book full of paintings of plump pink women sharing a single length of gauze and not another scrap of fabric between them.
It's not porn.
It's worse.
It's cubism.
When Xichen registers Huaisang's footfalls, he snaps the book shut as though he were reading something scandalous, and in one swift motion, slides it back onto the shelf from whence it came. He's all warm smiles when he turns to face Huaisang.]
...All set...?