[dan feng is not moving from his little blanket/pillow/clothing fort/nest/cocoon in the bed. he’s a good bit sicklier-looking than the last time they’ve spoken, and he’s buried under bedcover paraphernalia from the shoulders down.
he squirms to at least brace himself on an elbow, wincing.]
[ unwraps the bundle. it's a book on human fashion! random shit ranging from Earth's 1950s to the 2020s. all the dates are scrubbed out and there's no real categorization. every page brings a different vibe and time period for maximum whiplash. ]
These are fashion customs from a world named 'Earth'. I thought you might find it enriching.
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[dan feng is not moving from his little blanket/pillow/clothing fort/nest/cocoon in the bed. he’s a good bit sicklier-looking than the last time they’ve spoken, and he’s buried under bedcover paraphernalia from the shoulders down.
he squirms to at least brace himself on an elbow, wincing.]
What is it?
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You look terrible.
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[the baby doesn’t need to see how awful of a state he’s in, so he does his best impression of a caterpillar.]
What were you delivering to me?
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These are fashion customs from a world named 'Earth'. I thought you might find it enriching.
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Come here. Let me see. Sit.
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