Well that stops Wanyin in his tracks. All of the other chaos of planning his wedding and the demands of about a billion guests in his house fade. He turns and looks at We Wuxian with a look of utter confusion and real hurt.
"What? I haven't.." He begins before glancing toward the door again, vaguely toward the room he's set aside for Jin Ling and his guest. They were the best guest rooms he had. Was that why his nephew so rarely visited or wrote to him or invited him to visit? He thinks through all the interactions he's had since the temple and can't think of anything he's done to cause a rift.
His expression hardens again, like it always did when he was uncomfortable. "I'll handle it. See you at lunch." His gaze drops a bit to what Wuxian was wearing. "Try to be presentable for once."
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2021-08-17 17:37 (UTC)"What? I haven't.." He begins before glancing toward the door again, vaguely toward the room he's set aside for Jin Ling and his guest. They were the best guest rooms he had. Was that why his nephew so rarely visited or wrote to him or invited him to visit? He thinks through all the interactions he's had since the temple and can't think of anything he's done to cause a rift.
His expression hardens again, like it always did when he was uncomfortable. "I'll handle it. See you at lunch." His gaze drops a bit to what Wuxian was wearing. "Try to be presentable for once."