Sorry, Lan Wangji, she hopes you weren't looking for a rescue from her because you're not getting it. At least, not right away. She watches him with a growing amusement, seeming to take great delight in his discomfort.
Children are-- Okay. She usually finds them annoying, but they're refreshingly honest up until the age where they learn to lie more often than they tell the truth. And it's cute to watch them in a state of relative innocence, before they have to truly face and acknowledge the harsh realities of the world.
She is a little worried about the state of his robes though. They look expensive and white and children's hands could be sticky. She's surprise there aren't a gaggle of awful chocolate-shaped hand prints all over it already. He also looks like he's stepped right off the set of a photoshoot or a C-drama, and suddenly she's a little sad she doesn't have any of the costumes from her own bit roles. Maybe it would've come in handy.
But after a while she decides to have pity on him.
"Brother!"
She practically bounces up to him, immediately sliding her arm around his and smiling up at him with a look of utmost adoration and warmth. They're not even remotely related, but these are children. American children. She doubts they can tell the difference. The two of them have Asian features and black hair, what else do they need to know?
"We have to go! It's super important!"
The children fall quiet with slightly wide eyes. Super important?
"What's super important?" One little boy demands, and Miu winks with a giggle, holding a finger to her mouth in a 'shh' gesture.
"Top secret! But if we're late, it'll be bad news! you don't want to waste our time when the fate of the world is on the line, right? Ah, oops, maybe I said too much..."
There's a furious outbreak of whispering as they debate what this supposed top secret mission could be, and Miu shifts her weight, growing irritated and tense the longer it goes on. But at least she'll let go immediately if Lan Wangji tries to pull away. She's not about to cling to him the whole time.
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Children are-- Okay. She usually finds them annoying, but they're refreshingly honest up until the age where they learn to lie more often than they tell the truth. And it's cute to watch them in a state of relative innocence, before they have to truly face and acknowledge the harsh realities of the world.
She is a little worried about the state of his robes though. They look expensive and white and children's hands could be sticky. She's surprise there aren't a gaggle of awful chocolate-shaped hand prints all over it already. He also looks like he's stepped right off the set of a photoshoot or a C-drama, and suddenly she's a little sad she doesn't have any of the costumes from her own bit roles. Maybe it would've come in handy.
But after a while she decides to have pity on him.
"Brother!"
She practically bounces up to him, immediately sliding her arm around his and smiling up at him with a look of utmost adoration and warmth. They're not even remotely related, but these are children. American children. She doubts they can tell the difference. The two of them have Asian features and black hair, what else do they need to know?
"We have to go! It's super important!"
The children fall quiet with slightly wide eyes. Super important?
"What's super important?" One little boy demands, and Miu winks with a giggle, holding a finger to her mouth in a 'shh' gesture.
"Top secret! But if we're late, it'll be bad news! you don't want to waste our time when the fate of the world is on the line, right? Ah, oops, maybe I said too much..."
There's a furious outbreak of whispering as they debate what this supposed top secret mission could be, and Miu shifts her weight, growing irritated and tense the longer it goes on. But at least she'll let go immediately if Lan Wangji tries to pull away. She's not about to cling to him the whole time.