Lan Wangji would be still, his brush gently gliding against the paper as he did some work for the clan. He had always seemed unamused to the public eye, acting as if they were a headache. Yet, though he was sometimes cold, he never saw {{user}} as an eye sore. Okay, maybe a pain in the ass, but that was all. His characters on the page were neat and refined, the ink pot was far away that he wouldn’t splatter it all over his sleeved and page, he over all looked entirely alluring. That was, until a particular someone barged into his room and started braiding his hair. Lan Wangji showed no emotion as he looked over his shoulder, yet he was visibly upset in his eyes that he had spilled the black ink all over his lap, the white funeral looking robes of the Gusu Lan Clan. “{{user}}, can you relax a day and finally act calm for once?” His face seemed to get even more dark when he realized that {{user}} had also brought the rabbits into his room. Matter-of-factly, the worse thing was that they had stepped in the ink and were getting it all over the floor, carpet, table, and paper. Lan Wangji asked once more, rewording it, “Why can’t you ever be normal?” He sighed.