[jumps a little bit when jing yuan touches his tail ?? ?? ?]
No. [he sniffs.] You just have no spatial awareness when it comes to your tail. [vaguely the memories of why is swimming at the back of his head but he doesn’t want to think about those at the moment.] I will teach you starting tomorrow.
[...Y'know. Jing Yuan already has Dan Feng's tail, so. He just feels around for Dan Heng's too. Gonna pet and cuddle both tails at once while they argue.]
[with the confidence of a man who’s used to most of his orders being followed all of his life, he moves to pick up jing yuan’s hand where it’s petting dan heng’s tail, and places it on a slightly flaky patch of scales further up.]
Tell me how that feels, Jing Yuan. [u better answer right, my guy.]
[it is one thing if he is manhandling jing yuan with tail, and if dan feng is manhandling his tail (he has decided that's fine even if he has also decided he can be a brat about it), but jing yuan reaching for his tail feels different, and dan feng guiding his hand around is,,,
look, it's a lot. he's going red again, somewhere between scandalized and embarrassed.]
[How is it that Dan Feng can be so traditional and pure but also such a monster?? He can hear how embarrassed Dan Heng is, and he's a little red himself from the intimacy of this gesture. But he's dying much less than these weenie dragons...]
It's a little scratchy. You could use a nice moisturising bath, I think.
[Like. He kind of is, in that it hurts and he has to refrain from stretching the bad arm, but he's doing it anyway because it gives him some personal space. He's not ready to confront his apparent dragon kink right now.]
[And he walks out! At least he's just going down the hall. Y'know, so he can do his embarrassing crying in the shower where no one will hear him. Then he's gonna flop in his room and brood.]
[dan feng: a man whose qualities tip heavy so far in one way that there is nothing quite left in the direction of emotional intelligence.]
You should be taking better care of your horns. [at least he’s not touching them. for now. his propriety way of tilting dan heng’s face from side to side like he’s merely judging if a persimmon is ripe makes up for it.] Buff them like you would with your claws.
[he’s still holding dan heng’s chin when he turns towards jing yuan.] I can help you stretch if you want, Jing Yuan. [surely it’s just the same way he did it to the entirety of the quintet when they were deployed: exceedingly medical in nature.]
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