He paused, then gives Lan Wangji a sheepish grin, despite the gears grinding away behind his eyes.
“Sorry. I work salvage, back home. I’m used to tech more advanced than this, and I’m getting the feeling you don’t.”
He tilts his head a little as he takes in Wangji’s meaning.
“So, your clan wears a uniform? That explains the—“ he gestured up and down to Lan Wangji’s everything. “Would it dishonour them to wear something else?”
He doesn’t quite give time for Wangji to answer before saying: “You could probably wear at least the bodysuit under your robes. Then you’d be cool and showing your allegiance, right?”
He pauses to fiddle with the tension of one of the straps at his hip, intentionally letting a moment pass in the expectation of his companion’s awkward silence.
“Must be something worth being worthy of, then?” He asked lightly. “What are you telling the world when you wear those whites?”
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“Sorry. I work salvage, back home. I’m used to tech more advanced than this, and I’m getting the feeling you don’t.”
He tilts his head a little as he takes in Wangji’s meaning.
“So, your clan wears a uniform? That explains the—“ he gestured up and down to Lan Wangji’s everything. “Would it dishonour them to wear something else?”
He doesn’t quite give time for Wangji to answer before saying: “You could probably wear at least the bodysuit under your robes. Then you’d be cool and showing your allegiance, right?”
He pauses to fiddle with the tension of one of the straps at his hip, intentionally letting a moment pass in the expectation of his companion’s awkward silence.
“Must be something worth being worthy of, then?” He asked lightly. “What are you telling the world when you wear those whites?”