[In that case, he'll just gently tuck it into his sleeve for now. Unlike Wei Wuxian, his breadsleeves are always immaculately tidy, so it will be safe and clean in there.
He makes an aborted movement, then--like he's stopped himself from reaching out to prevent his guqin from being touched. Lan Wangji watches him for a moment, thoughtful. Then, he reaches for the instrument himself, plucking a separate string.]
"Empty." [Playing it again.] "Empty."
[A shift of his hand, before he plays three different notes.] "Lan Wangji."
[Qin language isn't really meant for this, but you know what, technically they're all kind of dead, so. He isn't breaking any rules.]
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He makes an aborted movement, then--like he's stopped himself from reaching out to prevent his guqin from being touched. Lan Wangji watches him for a moment, thoughtful. Then, he reaches for the instrument himself, plucking a separate string.]
"Empty." [Playing it again.] "Empty."
[A shift of his hand, before he plays three different notes.] "Lan Wangji."
[Qin language isn't really meant for this, but you know what, technically they're all kind of dead, so. He isn't breaking any rules.]