"Joy." Lan Xichen echoes, taking in his brother, who is hiding away amongst the rabbits rather than writing out a clean copy of the song for the library, as one would expect for a rightfully proud composer. "Does it not work?"
He knows it must, his little brother wrote it after all, but clearly something has gone wrong.
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Date: 2020-10-15 02:30 pm (UTC)He knows it must, his little brother wrote it after all, but clearly something has gone wrong.