[He's on his last set, by the time Lan Wangji finishes all his stretches and returns, only to hover nearby, probably counting to make sure he does every last lift. Under such scrutiny, it takes a tremendous effort not to let on how fatigued his arms are.]
Admiring my perfect form? Or just keeping count?
[He grins. Teasing and levity always setting him more at ease. When he hits fifty, he straightens, shaking his arms out, feeling the acidic burn throughout his muscles. So maybe he couldn't win in a straight test of strength, but where Lan Zhan has strength, Wei Wuxian has speed, and he's eager to show as much when they spar.]
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Admiring my perfect form? Or just keeping count?
[He grins. Teasing and levity always setting him more at ease. When he hits fifty, he straightens, shaking his arms out, feeling the acidic burn throughout his muscles. So maybe he couldn't win in a straight test of strength, but where Lan Zhan has strength, Wei Wuxian has speed, and he's eager to show as much when they spar.]
Alright, how should we do this?