He really should have seen this coming. He's dealt with enough drunken friends and family members to know better, but it'd been too tempting, and he'd little reason to doubt Lan Zhan's strength- of course this was much less to do with strength and much more balance and the ability to walk a straight line. Very different skill sets.
Wei Wuxian recovers quickly, fumbling out of his hands, but it's not in time to keep Lan Zhan from landing face-down in a heap of white robes and feathers.
"Lan Zhan! Lan Zhan, ah- oh-" he scrambles to help his poor husband up and check his face, oh, he'll never forgive himself if he's hurt Lan Zhan's perfect face! He crouches beside him, reaching down to check him carefully for injuries. Did he scuff his forehead ribbon? There's probably some crazy punishment for scuffing the sacred Lan's forehead ribbon, and...
"Aah, ZianZhan, what am I going to do with you? Are you okay?" even if he is a bit worried, the thought that Lan Zhan might have a bruise in the shape of his headband as a souvenir of tonight's escapades is... well how can he not laugh? At least he manages to do it quietly, into his fist, pretending it's a cough.
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Wei Wuxian recovers quickly, fumbling out of his hands, but it's not in time to keep Lan Zhan from landing face-down in a heap of white robes and feathers.
"Lan Zhan! Lan Zhan, ah- oh-" he scrambles to help his poor husband up and check his face, oh, he'll never forgive himself if he's hurt Lan Zhan's perfect face! He crouches beside him, reaching down to check him carefully for injuries. Did he scuff his forehead ribbon? There's probably some crazy punishment for scuffing the sacred Lan's forehead ribbon, and...
"Aah, ZianZhan, what am I going to do with you? Are you okay?" even if he is a bit worried, the thought that Lan Zhan might have a bruise in the shape of his headband as a souvenir of tonight's escapades is... well how can he not laugh? At least he manages to do it quietly, into his fist, pretending it's a cough.