Wow she keeps fucking this up. Marian mumbles something apologetic and backs out of the room and shuts the door. 

Masozi sits down on the nurse's bed and takes deep breaths and tells himself firmly that he can have his feelings later. Right now he has work to do, namely eating lunch. 

He puts on the clothes. They hug his body in a way that no clothes ever had, before. The pants go all the way down to his feet. The fabric is so soft and pleasant against his skin. 

...He is not going to cry again. He is going to appreciate and be grateful for Sophie's work, and never forget her, and he's going to go back into the cafeteria and eat the rest of his food. 

"Thank you," he tells the nurse, politely, when he steps out of her bedroom. 

"....Wow." 

Marian can't tell directly that the clothes are magic, of course. She suspects it, though. The kid looks so - vivid. So bright and alive and real and there. The fit makes him look slender and elegant, and long and lean and dangerous, rather than just half-starved. She could imagine him on a magazine cover, wearing that. 

Masozi doesn't know how to respond to that reaction, so he just bobs his head and smiles at her and says 'thank you' again, and then leaves the infirmary and heads back toward the Shanghai table. 

Meng Yao puts a hand on Lan Xichen's arm and gestures towards Masozi with his head.

Lan Xichen looks up.

Oh fuck.

His mouth goes dry.

"Oh, you're a real Shanghaier now," Nie Huaisang says to Masozi. "Magic clothes!"

"Sophie made them for me," Masozi says, and his voice is very tight and controlled but he doesn't cry. "She - she wanted the suit to, to know me? ...There's her in it. Her magic. I can feel it." 

Masozi takes a deep breath. Lan Xichen....looks kind of upset? Or something? Masozi is actually having a lot of trouble parsing that particular facial expression. 

"I - what? Are the clothes bad?" 

Speech. He needs to form phonemes and arrange them into words which are then arranged into sentences. This is a thing that toddlers are capable of and so therefore he can do it when his brain is mush. 

"They're very good clothes. Go sit with the freshmen."

"I wonder if it's going to start having opinions."

"It has to be a really good magic item before it starts having opinions."

"That's true, my fans don't." He flutters it in appreciation.

Is Lan Xichen mad at him or something? Probably Masozi shouldn't just ask in front of everyone. He goes back to sit next to Wei Wuxian, in front of his remaining food. There's still a lot of it. Inconveniently, he can't practice Mandarin pronunciation when he's instead shoving brussel sprouts and burnt casserole crusts into his mouth. 

"Masozi, look," Nie Huaisang says. He flicks his fan in a certain way and then there's an odd sort of shimmer around his body. "Try to touch me."

"- Sorry, what? Um, okay." That looks like a shield, maybe? He reaches out and tries to tap Nie Huaisang gently on the shoulder. 

A few inches away from Nie Huaisang's body, where the shimmer starts, the air is sort of squishy-but-solid, and Masozi can't push his fingers through.

"Whoooa! That's really good. Does it stop mals too?" Masozi says this with his mouth full. 

"That's what it's for."

"I have Zidian, it has opinions." Jiang Cheng flicks his arm. His ring transforms into a line of purple lightning, curled around his arm like a snake. It has a sense of being very still and very very dangerous.

"That sounds really useful! Jiang Cheng can I look at yours too or can you show me how you'd fight with it?" Masozi pokes at his remaining brussel sprouts with his fork. "Do I have to eat all this food?" 

"Yes."

"Maybe Lan Wangji and I can spar tonight. Then you'd get a chance to see Bichen too, Lan Wangji's sword. It's not very impressive-looking, it just stabs things."

"Yes."

"I saw him use Bichen!" Masozi bounces a little. "When Wei Wuxian forgot his room number and we had to check the whole floor. Wei Wuxian, do you have a magic thing like that too?"