( He rises to his feet, still clumsy with drink and exhaustion, wobbling as he immediately, instinctively shrugs out the top layer, throwing it aside in a heap. Maybe he'll be back to his usual fussy, fastidious self once he's rested, but for right now he's too muddled for anything close to it. The belt goes too, and he sways over to Lan Xichen like a little spinning top, taking the robe with slow-blinking obedience.
Thankfully, he doesn't attempt to further undress right in front of him, instead choosing to duck behind the screen in the corner of his room. It's with a lot of banging and vague cursing that he changes, at one point Wen Kexing kicks off a boot and it goes thudding out of reach, the Ghost Valley Master muttering a helpless why as it does. He's not entirely put together when he steps back out, the layers are a little clumsily thrown on, and he's forgone the boots, silent in his socked feet. He doesn't exactly look like a scourge, but well, looks can be deceiving. )
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Thankfully, he doesn't attempt to further undress right in front of him, instead choosing to duck behind the screen in the corner of his room. It's with a lot of banging and vague cursing that he changes, at one point Wen Kexing kicks off a boot and it goes thudding out of reach, the Ghost Valley Master muttering a helpless why as it does. He's not entirely put together when he steps back out, the layers are a little clumsily thrown on, and he's forgone the boots, silent in his socked feet. He doesn't exactly look like a scourge, but well, looks can be deceiving. )
Better?
( He thinks it's a little better. )