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[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?