[He sits down and watches as he takes the tea carefully and studies
it. So like his own father.]
I think, perhaps, the wrong time.
[He smiles at a picture of him graduating university with his father
at his side. The similarities are uncanny. The only difference being that
this man was dressed in old clothes and let his hair flow freely. While his
own father keeps his hair in a neat, low ponytail.]
You can stay here, if you'd like. Until you figure out how to return home
to your son.
[And on cue, there's a ringing from the mobile in his pocket. Sizhui
gives an embarrassed smile before drawing it out.]
Excuse me.
[He answers the call, a facetime video, and his father appears on
screen, stoic as ever.]
Father.
[Perhaps...he turns so that his father could see the man in his
apartment. The man in the video's eyes widen a little at seeing him]
[ At least he did run into someone familiar, rather than a complete stranger, which means staying is something of a possibility. Especially since it seems there are others familiar to Lan Wangji present.
It is distinctly odd to see him pull out a small device and talk into it, but as far as things go, it’s not the most unusual. What is unusual is seeing his face, reflected back at him from the screen.
Lan Wangji’s eyes widen, lips parting in surprise. There are some differences, especially since his mirror image doesn’t wear a forehead ribbon, but it’s undeniably his face. ]
It is less an adventure and more a complication.
[ He says it to Sizhui but he doesn’t look away from the phone, studying his mirror self. ]
[It's strange for Lan Zhan to see a mirror of himself. "Sizhui, I
will go through the books here to see what could be done. Please keep him
under your care until we're able to find out how to return him home." He
looks at the man again, clearly not amused by any of this. "I would like a
few moments to speak with him in private. Please hand him the
phone."]
Um.
[Sizhui gives an embarrassed smile before handing the phone to the
man in white, showing him how to hold it so that they would be able to see
each other.]
I'll...see if I can make dinner while you talk.
[After he leaves, Lan Zhan speaks with his doppleganger in quiet
tones.]
[ Lan Wangji takes the phone, staring at his doppelganger, although he remembers his manners enough to look at Sizhui, nodding in appreciation.
He waits until Sizhui is out of the room before turning back to the phone. It's incredibly odd to see his image reflected back like this - just enough differences that he's not looking at a mirror image. ]
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[He sits down and watches as he takes the tea carefully and studies it. So like his own father.]
I think, perhaps, the wrong time.
[He smiles at a picture of him graduating university with his father at his side. The similarities are uncanny. The only difference being that this man was dressed in old clothes and let his hair flow freely. While his own father keeps his hair in a neat, low ponytail.]
You can stay here, if you'd like. Until you figure out how to return home to your son.
[And on cue, there's a ringing from the mobile in his pocket. Sizhui gives an embarrassed smile before drawing it out.]
Excuse me.
[He answers the call, a facetime video, and his father appears on screen, stoic as ever.]
Father.
[Perhaps...he turns so that his father could see the man in his apartment. The man in the video's eyes widen a little at seeing him]
We may have a slight...adventure.
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It is distinctly odd to see him pull out a small device and talk into it, but as far as things go, it’s not the most unusual. What is unusual is seeing his face, reflected back at him from the screen.
Lan Wangji’s eyes widen, lips parting in surprise. There are some differences, especially since his mirror image doesn’t wear a forehead ribbon, but it’s undeniably his face. ]
It is less an adventure and more a complication.
[ He says it to Sizhui but he doesn’t look away from the phone, studying his mirror self. ]
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[It's strange for Lan Zhan to see a mirror of himself. "Sizhui, I will go through the books here to see what could be done. Please keep him under your care until we're able to find out how to return him home." He looks at the man again, clearly not amused by any of this. "I would like a few moments to speak with him in private. Please hand him the phone."]
Um.
[Sizhui gives an embarrassed smile before handing the phone to the man in white, showing him how to hold it so that they would be able to see each other.]
I'll...see if I can make dinner while you talk.
[After he leaves, Lan Zhan speaks with his doppleganger in quiet tones.]
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He waits until Sizhui is out of the room before turning back to the phone. It's incredibly odd to see his image reflected back like this - just enough differences that he's not looking at a mirror image. ]
It was a cursed mirror that brought me here.