Inbox: Ximilia

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// Wei Wuxian

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XIMILIA

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Doctor's!

Aiya, what happened? How bad is it?

[shadysided]

I got clawed by a wolf. Long story. Or just weird one.

It got me on the ribs, but Dean and Drift helped sew me up before it got out of control.
I just... didn't want you to run into me in the infirmary without the head's up.
I'll be fine. Promise.

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[He is suddenly infinitely glad this is a text conversation because he physically recoils at her description of what happened. He very deliberately does not ask any follow up questions]

I'm glad you're alright and that you had help. Now what do you want me to bring you while you're on bed rest? Hmm? You must be getting bored, being stuck in the infirmary is the worst.

[shadysided]

[Ziggy's infinitely glad too, honestly; she hates the thought of freaking him out.]

Are you sure you want to ask that?
I might start making crazy demands as a bored person stuck in an infirmary.

[singlelogbridge]

Hmm. What kind of crazy demands are we talking?

[shadysided]

Shit.
Now that you're asking me, I've realized I didn't think of any beforehand.



Movies, books, and ice cream?

[singlelogbridge]

I'll be over with your demands in an hour.

[And since she didn't specify what kind of books, he hopes you enjoy ancient Chinese poetry Ziggy, because that's something that American teenagers like, right???]

[shadysided]

I'm holding you to it. If you're longer than an hour, I'll add more demands to my list.

[Until then, she'll just flop over and be bored out of her mind.

Out of her mind, laoshi!

... Fiiine. She supposes she'll meditate if she has to. Whatever numbs her impatience.]