[stubbornly, like he didn't also let dan feng work himself up for a bit. his ears burn, with the TAIL TWINING, but he doesn't struggle, as he is far too busy doing emotional and instinctive calculus about that particular gesture.]
[dan feng gently cradles jing yuan’s jaw, holding him in place, as he looks the injuries over. the urge to kiss the crown of jing yuan’s head is all-consuming for the five seconds he spends just staring jing yuan in his sightless eyes, and he sighs, before giving in and doing it anyway.
jing yuan’s hair is too fluffy to know if he feels it or not, and it’s not like dan feng has experience to draw from… he’d seen baiheng do it a lot. she does it to him too, to his consternation.
his face is very red when he draws back.]
I am sorry that you both experienced such adversity.
[Between Dan Feng & Bladex2 there are so many injuries... But he's taking it in stride. Mostly.
He can feel Dan Feng lean in, and sorta feel the headkiss, but it takes a couple of seconds for him to register what it was.
He tilts his head, in genuine curiosity instead of the usual mean girl attitude, and... touches his own head... It's a very "???????" gesture, and now all three of then are flushed.]
[dan feng gives dan heng a supremely bitchy look, which he is very good at. and dan heng is probably very good at it too, but screw you. he yanks at dan heng’s tail for good measure.]
… nothing. [he lets go of jing yuan’s face, feeling awkward.] Anyway.
[squawks?! if dan feng was hoping for subtlety, he should have considered dan heng is not used to having a physical tail (a detail he may not even know)!]
[dan feng can’t help it: he growls, in a way he’d only done as a, yes, difficult child - when he was too young to be taught etiquette, and he wanted to be paid attention to, to be played with.
he tugs at dan heng’s tail again. abandons all propriety to crawl over jing yuan’s legs - their tails wound together now within touching distance - and swipes at dan heng’s fluffy head.]
[Jing Yuan sits placidly while they climb around him. This feels exactly like having kittens...
He can't help but laugh. He'll provide stories, but whether they're true or not (and whether they remain the same across timelines) only Dan Feng can say.]
You haven't? Well then... I heard when he was small he once stood up in the middle of a lecture from a particularly boring tutor and declared he would no longer endure such torment. Then he climbed a tree and refused to come down until the preceptors provided a "tutor worthy of the High Elder's attention."
[dan feng manages to reach a pitch previously unknown to man, and abandons his pursuit of dan heng to sit at jing yuan’s side and to (gently) cover his mouth.]
dan feng narrows his eyes. removes his hand, reaches out for dan heng; pauses because this is descending into juvenile behavior that would horrify every single preceptor he’d had, but the levity it seems to bring into the room cannot be understated.
he then quickly leans in, sandwiching jing yuan between the two of them, and reaches around to flick a fingernail directly at the base of dan heng’s tail, a place that he knew from experience would be a jolt at the very least.]
[jerks bodily with a gasp, which does in fact plaster him against jing yuan's back, where his previous contact was feather-light, almost polite save for the fact he was using the general as a shield.
enjoy your lion sandwich with dragon bread, jing yuan.]
[dan feng subsides against one of jing yuan’s sides with an extremely petulant glare at dan heng. he uncurls his tail to drape across jing yuan instead.]
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[stubbornly, like he didn't also let dan feng work himself up for a bit. his ears burn, with the TAIL TWINING, but he doesn't struggle, as he is far too busy doing emotional and instinctive calculus about that particular gesture.]
I didn't realise it was my turn ðŸ˜
[His face is still hurty... He's scooting up close to them both though. Dragons for lion plz.]
FISHPET
jing yuan’s hair is too fluffy to know if he feels it or not, and it’s not like dan feng has experience to draw from… he’d seen baiheng do it a lot. she does it to him too, to his consternation.
his face is very red when he draws back.]
I am sorry that you both experienced such adversity.
another smaller fishpet
still, this does not keep him from squirming closer for lioncuddles.]
Re: another smaller fishpet
He can feel Dan Feng lean in, and sorta feel the headkiss, but it takes a couple of seconds for him to register what it was.
He tilts his head, in genuine curiosity instead of the usual mean girl attitude, and... touches his own head... It's a very "???????" gesture, and now all three of then are flushed.]
Dan Feng...? Now what was that about?
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… nothing. [he lets go of jing yuan’s face, feeling awkward.] Anyway.
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What? I am- I do not- I- He is my successor, that is inappropriate—-
[he makes a faint dying sound.] He has my face!
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then, in a dubious tone:]
He pulled my tail.
[JING YUAN IS THAT FLIRTING? HE NEEDS TO KNOW?]
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As we established, it is a handsome face. Flirting would be a reasonable decision, and rough-housing is a fun way to do it.
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[yeah that tail tho… still twined and everything… yeah…]
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considering......
pulls df's tail.]
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Oh? But I believe I've heard stories of you being a difficult child.
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[dan feng can’t help it: he growls, in a way he’d only done as a, yes, difficult child - when he was too young to be taught etiquette, and he wanted to be paid attention to, to be played with.
he tugs at dan heng’s tail again. abandons all propriety to crawl over jing yuan’s legs - their tails wound together now within touching distance - and swipes at dan heng’s fluffy head.]
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[with a tone of amused interest, as he (mostly) bites back another squawk and ducks that swipe, wiggling behind jing yuan to try to use him as cover.]
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He can't help but laugh. He'll provide stories, but whether they're true or not (and whether they remain the same across timelines) only Dan Feng can say.]
You haven't? Well then... I heard when he was small he once stood up in the middle of a lecture from a particularly boring tutor and declared he would no longer endure such torment. Then he climbed a tree and refused to come down until the preceptors provided a "tutor worthy of the High Elder's attention."
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[dan feng manages to reach a pitch previously unknown to man, and abandons his pursuit of dan heng to sit at jing yuan’s side and to (gently) cover his mouth.]
That- that was - I was a hatchling!
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[peering over jing yuan's shoulder, eyebrows up again.]
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Jing Yuan's happier in this moment than he's been in quite some time, actually.]
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dan feng narrows his eyes. removes his hand, reaches out for dan heng; pauses because this is descending into juvenile behavior that would horrify every single preceptor he’d had, but the levity it seems to bring into the room cannot be understated.
he then quickly leans in, sandwiching jing yuan between the two of them, and reaches around to flick a fingernail directly at the base of dan heng’s tail, a place that he knew from experience would be a jolt at the very least.]
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enjoy your lion sandwich with dragon bread, jing yuan.]
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Alright, you two. Isn't this getting a little too physical?
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He started it.
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You pulled my tail first!
[stops leaning quite so hard against jing yuan's back but doesn't otherwise move.]
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