"Xian-gege!" Wei Ying was immediately greeted when he opened the door to the condo he and the Wens lived in. A-Yuan, regardless of his age, refused to drop the nickname and who was Wei Ying to ever deny his radish? Said radish looked him over carefully before asking, "Are you alright?" "Hm? Me? I'm always alright, why?" "You look…stressed." Wen Yuan looked at him carefully, eyes full of concern despite Wei Ying's clear attempt to brush it off. "He found Hanguang-jun," Wen Qing supplied from the kitchen as continued to stock their shared blood supply. "And from the smells of it, he saw him again tonight." "You found pretty-gege?" Wen Yuan's eyes lit up in excitement. Wei Ying sighed. "Yes, I did but you can't go calling him that!" He pointed a finger at Wen Yuan, who simply gave him an amused look. "He doesn't remember anything, I think." "Maybe he would remember me!" Wei Ying sent a chilly glare at the boy's teasing, but it only served to make him laugh. "Oh, of course, silly me! Of course he would remember the little toddler who hung off of his leg over the man he loved!" Wei Ying grabbed one of the bags of blood, receiving a nasty side eye from Wen Qing before he flopped onto the couch. "Maybe I should of cried and slobbered all over him instead." "I'm sure that was something you did plenty," Wen Qing mumbled, though with the heightened hearing they received as vampires, it meant that Wei Ying heard it nonetheless. "Hey!"
WIP Wednesday post! A lil something I've been working on for a bit :3
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