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[Maybe it's the translator. Maybe it's the fact that he's not entirely himself and fairly exhausted on top of it. Maybe it's just fate. What matters is, Peter's implications fly right over his head and Wei Wuxian only continues to grin broadly back at him.

Clearly Peter must be talking about all the time Wei Wuxian spent talking to Gwen about various subjects the night before. Maybe Peter assumes they were speaking about something more personal, and Wei Wuxian waves off the notion with a sunny smile.]

She really has, I'm glad I met her. And don't worry about it, you're welcome to join us if you ever feel like it. [His ever present smile turns up a notch on the charm scale. Anyway] Do you know where she went? She told me but I couldn't hear her over the shower.

[He wasn't listening but same thing.]

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[ The planets aligned themselves the right way. Clearly, they were meant to meet like this. The universe has a strange sense of humor, Peter learned that some years ago. 

Misunderstandings aside, Wei Wuxian seems like a swell guy and Peter is a social creature, even if lately he's been feeling a bit down. It doesn't take him a lot to warm up to newcomers. ]

Yeah, she's pretty great. We're not from the same universe, I met her here a few months ago. I, ehm... [ Join them. Peter blinks a couple of times, unsure if he heard that right. He used to have quite a reputation when he was younger, so much so that even Gamora accused him of using "Pelvic Sorcery" to charm people, but it's been some time since he had a threesome with anybody. He also wasn't expecting such a direct approach. Well then. ]

Oh, oh that's...thanks, very flattering, and nice of you to offer. I'll think about it. H[ e sees Gwen more like a younger sister, so no, he won't really think about it. Not to mention that he's happily committed even if his girlfriend isn't in the station anymore, and doesn't plan on cheating on Gamora with anybody.  But Peter keeps his demeanor casual, and he seems fairly amused by the whole meeting. ]

No, sorry, I didn't see Gwen leave. Maybe she's training? I just came back from some shooting practice myself, I got hurt during our last mission and my left shoulder is still healing. Oh! But you might be getting cold...If you want to get changed, I can turn around.

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[It's a slightly strange response to his offer, but Wei Wuxian only smiles back and nods in understanding. Perhaps Peter preferred to keep to himself. Maybe the three of them could take a meal together some other time instead. He certainly seemed friendly enough for it.

He nods then, figuring one of those guesses must be right. He doesn't know how Gwen trains but with her Venom, she must have several options available to her. With another grin at Peter, he only shrugs and pulls the towel from his waist and begins to dry his hair.]

There's nothing to worry about, we're both men. [If Peter glances his way, he'll notice that Wei Wuxian has some muscle on his body, but not much. While he doesn't look like he's starving, he certainly looks like he could use a few extra meals. There's a scar just to the side of his stomach along with various other blade wounds, and most significantly, there's an elaborate design of angry skin in a brand right above his heart.]

Ah, [He starts, sounding deeply amused.] You wouldn't happen to know where I could find some extra clothes? I soaked my outer robe when I was learning what a shower is.

[spacedisaster]

[ They are both being a little confusing but polite, which is already better than how some of Peter's conversations usually go. ]

That's true, yeah. If you aren't uncomfortable, neither I am. [ Peter smiles back, relaxing at the casualness. He doesn't know yet that Wèi Wúxiàn is his new roommate, but he won't mind at all once he realizes it. He doesn't stay there and stare, but he does notice the scarring and marks, as well as the fact that Wèi Wúxiàn is on the thin side. Peter doesn't comment on it, for now, opting to walks up to the desk by the wall. There's a small chest there with a fingerprints lock, that he opens to leave his blaster guns inside. At the question, he looks over his shoulder and then nods. ]

I can lend you some of my clothes, is no problem. Let me see. [ In a couple of long strides, Peter is by the closet, opening to check what they have. Wèi Wúxiàn is thinner than him but Peter is sure he has pants that won't be too loose on him. Because most of his shirts are also form-fitting, that means they won't be too baggy on the other man either. ]

We get occasional supply drops with clothes, tools, books....we could go check what's available now in storage, now so you can get some new stuff. [ Peter offers him a pair of ripped black jeans that are somewhat small on him, which means they should fit Wèi Wúxiàn, and a much more colorful shirt. ] There you go, let's see if those fit you. I think the colors will bring out your eyes too.

You can also request Viveca for specific stuff. Clothes, movies, whatever you think you need, and she will see if can be delivered here. [ The Guardian pauses, going back to what Wèi Wúxiàn just said. ] Ah, modern showers can be a bit tricky. Cool water has caught me off guard too when I was too sleepy in the morning to member which handle was the right one...Or too hungover. What year it is for you, in your world?

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Thanks. [Wei Wuxian takes the clothes and looks at them, eyebrows rising high on his forehead. He's grateful of course, it's just, he's never worn anything like them before. The trousers are made of a coarse and yet somehow still thin material, and they're worn through enough to have many holes. Peter must not have much, if the trousers he keeps are in such a state, and he feels himself warm with gratitude that the man is still willing to share with him. No matter how uncomfortable the items look, he knows when to keep his mouth shut and be gracious.

Peter is still talking too, telling him about how to acquire other necessities. Half of what he says goes over his head, but he listens intently anyway, doing his best to try to understand this new place and all of its conventions.]

Oh, it's [He rattles off a year that will probably have no meaning to Peter because they kept the years differently then and also because there's no given era for this show, time isn't real.

He glances down at the clothes again and sits down on the edge of the bed to stare at the shirt. It's self-explanatory, though not the most convenient, and he pulls it over his head with only a little difficulty, smoothing it down over his chest with one hand.]

What's a Led Zeppelin?