( Wei Wuxian was in the process of lounging as he responded to the messages that would transmit on his tablet, or the live-painting-exchanges happening on its screen. It's fascinating stuff. Which means he glances up in surprise at the crash of books, almost leaping off the couch (what almost, he definitely scrambles over the back of it), then peers from... behind the couch over the top at the books, Yan Qing, and also: the books.
He grins, straightening up and tugging at his sleeves as if they'd actually inched upward from his wrists in any notable way. )
Yan-xiong! Of course! Are you bringing further reading material?
( If so, he's impressed, Yan Qing has been far less lazy on the softcore porn side than he has; he's skimmed more than anything else, and it feels like a dive into the various times he's been stranded in Lan Libraries, but hey. Nostalgia is allowed its due. )
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He grins, straightening up and tugging at his sleeves as if they'd actually inched upward from his wrists in any notable way. )
Yan-xiong! Of course! Are you bringing further reading material?
( If so, he's impressed, Yan Qing has been far less lazy on the softcore porn side than he has; he's skimmed more than anything else, and it feels like a dive into the various times he's been stranded in Lan Libraries, but hey. Nostalgia is allowed its due. )