[Dan Feng, who is fundamentally incapable of being a little shit, steps out of the tail's grip as he talks. Like he isn't deliberately doing it. He's a tail-owner, he wants to see if Dan Heng's tail will betray him again.]
[He sounds surprised by that. He's actually interested in cooking? Or is this a whim of his?]
I could... though it might depend on what you wish to cook.
[Hilariously, his tail does swish around looking for what it can find of Dan Feng. It's rather silly looking... though Dan Heng doesn't seem to be doing so deliberately, so much as wanting for a bit of Dan Feng to hold onto.]
[See it was Dan Heng who reached out first. If Dan Feng's tail linked with his that was an accident.]
When we're on our ship together, yes. They made me a manual with pictures, since I can't understand things very well after a mission. [He leans into Dan Heng's side, inhaling at his shoulder.] I can make... congee. And soup. Medicine. Things a doctor would make.
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All of that disappears instantly in favor of invading both kitchen and Dan Heng's space.]
Are you making the food?
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The moods of this dragon...]
I am. Do you have any preferences? I was thinking chicken, but I haven't decided yet.
[It's a little different, crowding his space when he's taller now. RIP Dan Feng.]
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[He only says this to be contrary, his hand already trying to pet Dan Heng's tail.]
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[He knows Dan Feng is just being contrary, his tail booping the other in the forehead.]
...I need to concentrate on cooking.
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[He might be a little shit, but he's the one plastering himself up Dan Heng's side like an amorous limpet.]
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[His tone is flat and a little chiding-- but his tail is tucking around whatever part of Dan Feng it can reach, curling snugly against him.
He's been... a little more touchy, since his return. He has done his best to pretend it's happenstance, but his tail betrays him as always.]
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You should teach me.
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[He sounds surprised by that. He's actually interested in cooking? Or is this a whim of his?]
I could... though it might depend on what you wish to cook.
[Hilariously, his tail does swish around looking for what it can find of Dan Feng. It's rather silly looking... though Dan Heng doesn't seem to be doing so deliberately, so much as wanting for a bit of Dan Feng to hold onto.]
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[The sarcasm is pretty thick there, with a dash of contempt. Dan Feng's tail lingers near Dan Heng's, but doesn't close the gap.]
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[Oh he hears the sarcasm. That doesn't mean he won't tease anyway, however.
His tailtip swings around, seeking out the presence nearby.]
Do the Stelleron Hunters share chores?
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When we're on our ship together, yes. They made me a manual with pictures, since I can't understand things very well after a mission. [He leans into Dan Heng's side, inhaling at his shoulder.] I can make... congee. And soup. Medicine. Things a doctor would make.