Lan Wangji has not forgotten about his agreement with Grantaire. He rarely forgets anything1. More pressing matters, however, have prevented him from seeking its fulfillment. Magnus is well enough now, but Lan Wangji has yet to discover any explanation for the attack that nearly took his life. Dark grinds onward, and the mood of the mansion is not a lighthearted one. He finds himself plagued by deeper and deeper unease, as if there is some threat he is missing, as if he could simply turn the right corner at the right moment and come up against some unseen enemy.
That uncharacteristic restlessness has him in the game room this evening. He meant only to glance inside -- its most frequent occupant is Shen Yuan, and they have nothing to say to one another. He stops, though, when he sees Grantaire. They have not spoken since this season began. Lan Wangji would like to be certain he is well.
He steps closer, watching Grantaire's activity with interest and curiosity. It is loud, fast, and distracting enough that he neglects to say anything, and only stands a pace behind him, observing.
1Cue a laugh-track groan at this blatant abuse of the lever.
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That uncharacteristic restlessness has him in the game room this evening. He meant only to glance inside -- its most frequent occupant is Shen Yuan, and they have nothing to say to one another. He stops, though, when he sees Grantaire. They have not spoken since this season began. Lan Wangji would like to be certain he is well.
He steps closer, watching Grantaire's activity with interest and curiosity. It is loud, fast, and distracting enough that he neglects to say anything, and only stands a pace behind him, observing.
1Cue a laugh-track groan at this blatant abuse of the lever.