[pfsb] it's so FLUFFY

[acrookedpath]

In Wei Wuxian's defense, it isn't as if he forgot one should never eat free food unless it came from Madam Bar or the waitrats. It's simply that after nearly a year where he has -- only on occasion, mind you! -- accepted food and drink from strangers with no ill effects, he may have let his guard slip. Just a little.

Besides, he was so absorbed in his work that for all he knew, a waitrat had deposited the little bowl of animal-shaped desserts on his table. It wouldn't have been the first time he failed to notice one of them trying to get his attention.

So when he absently picked up a cracker to nibble on it as he worked through a particularly thorny set of talisman calculations --

Well.

The little black rabbit that now sits on the table, a red ribbon looped around one ear, just wants it emphatically known that this was not his fault.

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[lightamidchaos]

He wakes at the usual hour in the morning and finds Wei Ying, still in rabbit form, asleep in a limp bundle on his chest.

Lan Wangji sighs and kisses the top of his head.

[acrookedpath]

His sleep was pleasant, filled with dreams of no consequence. In most of them, he ran -- not to escape, but for the sheer pleasure of it. Even now his legs twitch in his sleep when Lan Zhan kisses him.

Not too long after Lan Zhan wakes, though, his eyes flutter open.

Ah. Still a rabbit. That is... slightly more concerning than it was yesterday, but Madam Bar did say it could take a full day for the curse to pass.

He stretches his paws up Lan Zhan's chest and lets out a long, expansive yawn. Good morning, Lan Zhan.

[lightamidchaos]

He rubs behind Wei Ying’s ears, both gentle and thorough. “Good morning,” he murmurs. “Are you hungry?”

He will worry if the full day passes and Wei Ying is not restored. Lan Wangji is already mentally reviewing transformation curses and possible arrays, just in case, but for now he will wait and see.

[acrookedpath]

Wei Wuxian leans into the touch, tail wriggling happily, and remembers to nod after a moment or two of proper luxuriating.

He is so close that it only takes a little more stretching to bump his nose against Lan Zhan's.

[lightamidchaos]

He smiles a little at that and cradles him closer for a moment before he shifts and rises.

Lan Wangji places Wei Ying back in the makeshift nest and quickly dresses for the day.

[acrookedpath]

He makes himself comfortable; with no robes to don, Wei Wuxian starts grooming himself instead, smoothing his fur with his tongue and rubbing his paws over his whiskers. There's an odd little itch along his neck, and he quickly scratches at it, thump-thump-thump as his back leg strikes the mattress.

There! All presentable. As presentable as a rabbit can be, anyway.

[lightamidchaos]

Lan Wangji kneels down beside their bed so that he can be on as close to the same level as possible with Wei Ying and asks, "Do you wish to go downstairs for breakfast? Or for me to bring something up for us to have here?"

[acrookedpath]

A marked advantage of being so small: whether staying in bed or going downstairs, Wei Wuxian will remain bundled up and comfortable.

Only one of those options has him bundled up close to Lan Zhan, though.

He hops out of the nest of robes and nudges Lan Zhan in clear pick me up! fashion.

[lightamidchaos]

His choice is very clear. Lan Wangji picks him up and snuggles him into his robes as he had done the night before.

Together, they leave the room and settle at a table downstairs.

[acrookedpath]

The entire way down, Wei Wuxian shifts in constant, tiny increments here and there -- not squirming, exactly, but not as placid as he'd been the day before. The itch at his neck feels like it's spreading. He did not catch fleas while they were in the forest yesterday, did he? Ah, please say he didn't!

As soon as they're seated, he hops onto the table to start scratching. It does little to help. Indeed, he realizes with horror, it seems to be making things worse. By now the itch is nearly to hise nose, and --

He lets out an explosive sneeze. Then another.

And another.

[lightamidchaos]

“Wei Ying?” Alarm threads clearly through his words.

[acrookedpath]

The sneezing fit feels endless. He can barely catch his breath before the next one hits, and each time, it shakes him so hard it's like he will sneeze himself out of his skin altogether.

Ten sneezes later, there is a brief, merciful pause. Frozen, as if daring the fit to continue, Wei Wuxian draws a long (if careful) breath.

And --

ACHOO!

With a clatter of falling silverware and a flailing of limbs -- human limbs! -- the little black rabbit transfigures into a full-grown man.

[lightamidchaos]

He practically snatches him from the table, setting him on his feet and holding him close.

“Wei Ying!”

[acrookedpath]

"Lan Zhan!" He still flails a little, everything feeling muffled and dull and so tiny after the past day. He keeps trying to twitch his nose like he had before, as if that will help him make further sense of the world.

At least Lan Zhan is familiar! (And still bigger than him. Not as dramatically as when he was a bunny, granted, but even so!)

He grabs hold of Lan Zhan's robes. "I'm fine, I'm fine -- "

[lightamidchaos]

“Are you sure?” He runs his hands over Wei Ying’s arms, as if checking to be sure he’s real.

[acrookedpath]

"Yes! Yes, it's all right. I'm all right, ah, don't worry -- "

Already, he's starting to beam bright, and lets go of Lan Zhan so he can make a show of wiggling his fingers. "All of my fingers accounted for! And thumbs, aiyo, I have missed my thumbs this past day, Lan Zhan."

[lightamidchaos]

He nods, slowly beginning to relax and allowing his hands to return to his sides.

“You must be more careful,” he admonishes, although gently.

[acrookedpath]

He pouts. "Lan Zhan, it was an accident," he says. "I thought a waitrat had brought them! And everything worked out fine in the end, didn't it?"

Wei Wuxian catches Lan Zhan's face between both palms.

"You might even have fun as a rabbit if the cookies appear again!"

[lightamidchaos]

Lan Wangji gives him a stern look, although there is a certain softness in his glance.

[acrookedpath]

Wei Wuxian's pout deepens. "You don't want to hear El-ahrairah's stories for yourself? -- Ah, that name is much harder to say as a human!" He wiggles his jaw around as if he could work it back into shape, sticking out his tongue. "He is the rabbit-wangye, the one with the shimmering ears. I learned all their names, Lan Zhan! Saxifrage is a wonderful storyteller as well, and I am certain you and Rabscuttle would get along fantastically."

[lightamidchaos]

"El-ahrairah," he repeats, carefully. "Saxifrage, Rabscuttle. They told stories?"

[acrookedpath]

"Yes! El-ahrairah has had many adventures for a rabbit, it seems -- and so have the others as their warren moved from place to place. If you are so convinced you do not want to hear all the tales from the rabbits themselves, I can tell them to you! We still need to have our breakfast, after all."

He kisses Lan Zhan, swift and firm, and grins. "I have missed that as well this past day."

[lightamidchaos]

“I would like to hear the stories,” he admits, his expression softening. “And I love Wei Ying in all forms, but I have missed this too.”

[acrookedpath]

"Ah, Lan Zhan -- !"

How can he do anything but hug Lan Zhan after hearing something like that? Wei Wuxian throws his arms around him, embracing him tight, before he drops another kiss on his cheek.

"It was nice to be so small that you could hug me so close," he says. "But I would never wish to deprive you of the same pleasure! All right, the sooner we eat, the sooner I can begin telling you everything, and then the sooner we can kiss each other more -- "

He tugs Lan Zhan back into their seats at the table and begins searching for a waitrat.

[lightamidchaos]

He is patient as the rat is located and their order placed, but it is difficult to stop himself from reaching out to touch Wei Ying- hand, wrist, fingers.