“Gege, hello!” Like he's genuinely surprised to see Wen Sizhui, a cultivator, practicing with his sword in the training carriage. Really, it's more that he's shocked it's him at all rather than anyone else he might've assumed. (Any of the Hanguang-juns for example, considering what time it is—) Maybe his brother was raised with a similar schedule despite not residing in the same clan?
Regardless, Lan Sizhui bounds over, his own hair tied into a high ponytail with a bright blue elastic hairtie. He's wearing the provided purple hoodie and cargo pants, forehead ribbon present as always despite his more modern clothes, but the same goes for his qiankun pouch secured loosely at his hip from a belt-loop, which works out quite perfectly if the other boy wants someone to practice with instead of bouncing off a noncombative dummy.
He notes his sweating, cocks an eyebrow with interest then pipes in slight awe, “Goodness, how long have you been practicing?” Maybe he'd actually prefer to take a break?
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Regardless, Lan Sizhui bounds over, his own hair tied into a high ponytail with a bright blue elastic hairtie. He's wearing the provided purple hoodie and cargo pants, forehead ribbon present as always despite his more modern clothes, but the same goes for his qiankun pouch secured loosely at his hip from a belt-loop, which works out quite perfectly if the other boy wants someone to practice with instead of bouncing off a noncombative dummy.
He notes his sweating, cocks an eyebrow with interest then pipes in slight awe, “Goodness, how long have you been practicing?” Maybe he'd actually prefer to take a break?