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[The display of emotions on Wei Wuxian's face is as impressive as it is rewarding - Jin Guangyao's need for this bit of revenge is nearly sated by it. Nearly.

He winces sympathetically, lowering his eyes for a moment as if sharing in the mutual embarrassment, drawing out an awkward pause before he answers.]

I'm afraid she does. I hadn't become familiar with the laundry facilities here and she... encountered me on the way there, the night of the gathering.

[a tight, knowing smile]

I assure you, I did try to ah...handle it with discretion, but she was quite insistent on helping. Her and I took care of the task together.

[sadflutenoises]

[Wei Wuxian exhales a few short curses.

First, that night in the woods, and now this?! Okay, usually he let Lan Zhan take care of clean-up, but he really had the best of intentions to return later and help. Of course, intentions never mattered as much as actions.

He lets out a groan, pressing the heels of his palms into his eyes for a moment.]

How mad was she?

[He's already making mental note of all the apologies he owes his sister, but Lan Zhan had a heavy hand in this too!! Wei Wuxian was just as set on dragging his husband along when he went to make amends.]

I need to know just how far into the dirt I'll have to grind my forehead later.

[duplicitous_dimples]

[He watches from behind a mask of mild concern as the man agonizes, and feels the final weights fall onto the scale inside his mind. It seemed fairly obvious that Wei Wuxian would take the reins of his own torture upon the news of Jiang Yanli's awareness of and involvement in the situation. Besides, he had made an effort to apologize to Jin Guangyao, which was a rare enough occassion - whatever the reasons behind it, it counted for something.

And so, they were even enough. For now.]

Ah... to be honest, Master Wei, she did not seem particularly upset.

[He coughs again, turning to place the talismans on this desk, as though the motion would hide an embarrassed expression, rather than the quick indulgence of a satisfied smirk.]

If anything, she was fondly excusing of your...enthusiam.

[sadflutenoises]

Aiyah...

[He rubs his forehead red, wincing a little. Of course Shijie would be the one to have come across them or their aftermath, twice now, twice! Could he really be blamed for not being completely aware of his surroundings when his husband was railing him? He would dare anyone to be any sort of coherent in such circumstances!]

Shijie is practically a bodhisattva, of course she'd say that.

[He runs a hand down his face and lets out a sigh. At least Jin Guangyao wasn't going to spurn his apology gift, he supposed the situation could be a lot worse. Still, he made a mental note to make sure their apology gifts to Shijie would be suitably... apologetic.

Business taken care of, he recovers quickly, glancing around the room. He feels at leasst somewhat justified, in as much as the room hardly looks lived in. There's barely anything that could be called personal effects, it's minimal enough to believe it were a room in any old inn or hotel. Besides, it's not like him to be upset, and certainly not embarrassed for very long, he's always had a fairly thick face.]

Oh- I guess that's everything, ah... say-

Shijie, I mean. All of that aside, she seems happy, doesn't she? I told her she could stay with us, but I think there's a little too much hm- enthusiasm at our place. [He laughs, briefly, at his own joke.]

Shijie- I don't want her to want for anything, okay? You'll let me know if anything comes up, yeah?