[Out of all of those, the fuzzy white one is closest to what he'd actually pick for himself, and he's picked it up to feel the fabric and look at the sequins (it's so fancy...) when Wei Wuxian interrupts with The Sweater.
The chosen flamingo.
Which Wen Ning looks at with not a small amount of trepidation.]
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The chosen flamingo.
Which Wen Ning looks at with not a small amount of trepidation.]
A-are you sure?
[Wei Wuxian sounds so happy with it though...]