In Love's name and for Love's sake, I assert that I will employ the Art which is its gift in Love's service alone, rejecting all other usages.
I will spread joy and ease pain. I will fight to preserve what loves and rejoices well in its own way, and I will change no object or creature unless its joy and love, or that of the system of which it is part, are threatened.
To these ends, in the practice of my Art, I will put aside despair for hope, and hatred for love, when it is right to do so-- Until Universe's end.
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"I wonder what percentage of people in this conversation are queer. I'm bi, as we all learned from my extremely cool and fashionable rainbow getup last June 28--"
He could very much say he is bi. At least two people in this conversation have said that, to no immediate I'll affect. "I-I think I need to check behind the couch cushions."
Shit, FUCK.
HE MEANT TO BE VAGUE AND SAID SOMETHING COMPLETELY DIFFERENT.
AND MANAGED TO CONVINCE WEI WUXIAN HE WASN'T INTERESTED.
"I mean I'm not sure, not that I-- don't," he says into his coffee.
Pat pat Wen Ning's shoulder. "It's okay not to be sure whether you're ace or not. Maybe you're gray-asexual! There are a lot of identities."
"No one who is as lame as Lan Wangji is allowed to be gay. Gays can't maintain inbox zero. We're all losers who hate their dads, can't drive, and can't calculate tips even though we have a PhD in math."
"I-i think it's fine for anyone to be whatever sexuality they are, regardless of their email habits or skill at math." Because he should at least make an attempt at being a good HR person.
Payroll has not exploded in a way that is his fault! Mostly because he doesn't so much have "job" "responsibilities."
Yeah, he's mostly decorative.
And as someone who is mostly decorative, he can leave half an hour early. "I am doing working now," he says as he shuts down his computer.
"Do you have any plans for where we're going?"