...at the very least, Uncle cannot claim Lan Wangji has forgotten his manners. No, no. He welcomes this newcomer with all of his being. Cheeks and nose first.
It... sticks. Drips down. The awkwardness of the slipping weight is recorded before the cold, the punching quality of the impact. He exhales.
Then, calmly, as Bucky is no where to be seen —
He too retreats behind a fellow tree, only now remembering to collect the snow off his face.
no subject
( And then, he greets snow, somehow face-first.
...at the very least, Uncle cannot claim Lan Wangji has forgotten his manners. No, no. He welcomes this newcomer with all of his being. Cheeks and nose first.
It... sticks. Drips down. The awkwardness of the slipping weight is recorded before the cold, the punching quality of the impact. He exhales.
Then, calmly, as Bucky is no where to be seen —
He too retreats behind a fellow tree, only now remembering to collect the snow off his face.
...and not take any fresh ammo with him. )