[Turning his flirting against him? Wei Wuxian's cheeks flush a little pinker, but he doesn't lose any of his enthusiasm.]
At least one more, okay? What, Lan Zhan, you're a master now? You think you can beat me?
[He plays the flute, after all, does Lan Zhan know how strong his lips have to be for that? Never mind that Wei Wuxian cares a whole lot less about making a fool of himself by dunking his head in a tub, if it means he can show someone else up.
He kneels down beside the tub, glancing over the contents to look for his target.]
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At least one more, okay? What, Lan Zhan, you're a master now? You think you can beat me?
[He plays the flute, after all, does Lan Zhan know how strong his lips have to be for that? Never mind that Wei Wuxian cares a whole lot less about making a fool of himself by dunking his head in a tub, if it means he can show someone else up.
He kneels down beside the tub, glancing over the contents to look for his target.]