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Xiao Xingchen (晓星尘) ([personal profile] stardustofdawn) wrote in [community profile] voidtreckernet2021-02-01 01:49 am

Jelly day 16

Who: Xingchen and you!
Where: Kitchen, dining car
When: Jelly 16, on platform day, today
What: Helping assemble a belated birthday party!

[With his vision and sight returned, Xingchen discover a simple joy of learning to cook again. To see food, working with food and utensils in the kitchen, he can feel being more useful. Wearing an apron, the kitchen is starting to smell really good, but he realized he needed help]

Hello? Hi, everyone. You know, I not good at aligning the days with the calendar, but I realized my birthday is actually last week on the 25th. While it was belated, I was exhausted from the last mission. I don't celebrate my birthday for years from where I'm from, considering I lived in poverty, so there wasn't much to eat.

I would like to assemble a lunch and dinner, a birthday party today. I haven't baked a cake yet, but this is where you can help. You can meet me in the kitchen. I'm looking to assemble ice cream as well.

If you like to eat, come a little later today to join me. It's on me and my treat.
weifinder: (smile | you can come in)

[personal profile] weifinder 2021-02-23 06:38 am (UTC)(link)
Wei Wuxian can't help it—he laughs, brightly and with a shake of his head and two shaking hands. "Just one, my parents only had one son, but we're, I don't know, you've been here longer, you obviously have. Lan Zhan told me sometimes people show up here twice, I have to assume we don't all remember the same things. For one, I look like me. I've never changed."

Wei Wuxian here has, and while it's not something so startling, he's still shorter and prettier than he'd been prior to whatever happened in their parallel and diverging lives. Wei Wuxian himself doesn't know. "I suppose it's like being twins? There's a thought to horrify most the people we know."
weifinder: (roosters | you've been told)

[personal profile] weifinder 2021-03-06 10:35 am (UTC)(link)
He's not sure what to say to that in the end, because as Xiao Xingchen had said before, he knew of his mother, but had never met her. Not hard to understand when at one point, before his death and Wei Wuxian's return to the world from a place of nothing, they'd been of an age.

Still, they share a master, and share, perhaps, a certain kind of thinking. It's enough to be touching, though here he rubs at the back of his neck, smiling with lips hiked up higher on one side. "Thank you," he says, because it's better to say, then waving it off after with his other hand. "But I don't know that I'd claim there's so much to be proud of. It's really... I'm glad to see you, shishu. I'll leave you to your cooking—I tend to get... spicy when I'm involved."

His grin now is far less awkward, and he waggles his fingers in a wave before ducking back out of the door to head into the carriage down. It really is nice, but he's not mentally ready for any deep conversations, he realises, not with his martial uncle, and not about his parents. The ones he can't remember more than in the vaguest sense of an impression, traveling a road, laughter, and the donkey he road, mother at his knee, father leading the donkey.