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[lansizhui]

{Sizhui is acting strange. He is sitting as properly as ever - his posture is always good - but it seems...stiff. There are also an odd combination of objects around him.

And, more suspiciously, there is a bottle of alcohol sitting at his side.

It seems to be half-empty.

He observes his communicator and then rearranges the odds and ends as if that makes some sort of weird...sense. Of course it doesn't. Why would some string go into a vase anyway?}

Mm. {Suddenly he rises and begins to...run. From one end of the compartment to the other.

Someone help this poor drunk boy!}

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[lansizhui]

{Now he stumbles a bit, but amazingly, he doesn't crumble. Even in this state. He might be able to carry his mother on his back if necessary!

Glancing out of the corner of his eye, he snickers.}

I was only four! How can I blame my four year old self?

{Sizhui clings to Wuxian's sleeve, lowering himself onto his bed when it's in sight.

Or he means to.

He ends up on his butt on the floor.}

[yilingdaddy]

[Wuxian grins, unrepentant. He snags his son's ticket to open the cabin door for them and...welp. He laughs helplessly before reaching down to scoop Sizhui back up and settles him on the bed.]

I was wrong. You're a lot more logical and coherent when drunk than Lan Zhan. Maybe you do still take after me.

[lansizhui]

{He rubs his backside, frowning more in confusion than pain. Why had the bed moved? Or is that just his vision?}

I am a mixture, aren't I? {Sizhui tugs on Wuxian's arm, wanting him to lay down with him.} You just didn't know it back then.

[yilingdaddy]

[ Your head's being silly, baby.

Wuxian gently tucks Sizhui in, only to chuckle fondly and stretch out beside him at the silent request. ]

I know it now. You're a good boy, A-Yuan.

[lansizhui]

{His head should know better!

He relaxes almost instantly, snuggling against Wuxian, his cheek pressed to his shoulder.}

I'm grown. I can help you now.