[...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.]
[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.]
[He's making a show of stretching real big just so he can avoid being accused of needing help. It looks very nice given he's just got his undershirt on at this point but that isn't actually the point, you little monsters.]
Try not to take offense, Dan Heng. Tact has never been one of Dan Feng's skills.
[dan feng spends so long Looking at that show that he sort of forgets dan heng is there. did jing yuan always look like that? when did that happen? what????]
As High Elder, I am a diplomat. [he remembers he still has dan heng’s face in hand. oops. he pats dan heng’s cheek with a fond condescension one usually affects with small toddlers.] Your claws, Dan Heng. I am not sure if they have been sealed too, in your case.
[He can't see them, but he can feel their stares boring into his back. It's flattering, but also embarrassing. If this was just Dan Heng -- just his Dan Heng -- he'd be tempted to make a move, but alas, he hasn't been blessed that much.
With these two, it's best to pretend he doesn't notice anything, and that he doesn't have any such problems himself. Everything here is Pure and Chaste.]
My point, Dan Feng, is that it's rude to scold someone for the way they feel comfortable in their own skin. If he wants to be vain like we are, that's all well and good, but he has the right to be rugged if he'd rather. Give advice when it is requested.
You sound like one of the Elders. [annoyed huff. he was not the sort of man who waited for permission or for things to be requested of him.] How did that happen. Where the awkward little Lieutenant go.
[the hand on dan heng's cheek sways out of range of his teeth to. go for a horn, trying to tilt his head by one finger on it.]
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[DRY!!!!]
...How do you teach spacial awareness?
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[Says a very good teacher of martial arts...]
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[scooting a little closer so he can press his and jing yuan’s thighs together but like. in a lan-fearing way.]
And like I said. I would not have accused you of having marital relations with Jing Yuan had I not thought you were worthy of him.
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I'm just going to put it away again if that becomes at all possible...
[sssssighs.]
Not that we know if or when that will happen.
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[Although Jing Yuan is also avoiding the notion that he's someone other people have to try to be worthy of. That's dumb.]
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Six hundred virtues, then. [the look and sound of abject disgust that follows, unfortunately, kills that vibe.]
Do not put it away, you barbarian. It is already in terrible shape.
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annoyed tail twitch?!]
There's no need for that.
-What do you mean it's in terrible shape? It's clean!
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[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.]
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look, it's a lot. he's going red again, somewhere between scandalized and embarrassed.]
It's fine!
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It's a little scratchy. You could use a nice moisturising bath, I think.
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[he’s be more embarrassed if he didn’t literally think of dan heng as a weird amalgamation of family and sentient body part.]
Now this place definitely would not have any sort of moisturising agent but at least soak in warm water once every week.
[and this is his lecturing i-am-your-doctor tone. screw your embarrassment. he’s now going to use jing yuan’s hand to point out more patchy scales.]
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. . .
he's just going to bury his face in jing yuan's hair and make a teakettle noise.]
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Ahaha... It's alright, Dan Heng. You don't have to be as uptight as Dan Feng.
[Now. He's taking his hand back and suddenly standing up because he's feeling a little... warm.]
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I am not uptight. Merely thorough. Come back to bed, Jing Yuan. You are convalescing. [yeah.]
And you. [don’t think you’re safe dan heng. dan feng reaches over to tip his chin down so dan feng can look his horns over.]
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Huh?
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[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.]
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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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[flummoxed enough it takes him a moment to process the CLEAR FLIRTING, but then his tail is slapping the bedding in irritation.]
Hey!
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[He's making a show of stretching real big just so he can avoid being accused of needing help. It looks very nice given he's just got his undershirt on at this point but that isn't actually the point, you little monsters.]
Try not to take offense, Dan Heng. Tact has never been one of Dan Feng's skills.
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As High Elder, I am a diplomat. [he remembers he still has dan heng’s face in hand. oops. he pats dan heng’s cheek with a fond condescension one usually affects with small toddlers.] Your claws, Dan Heng. I am not sure if they have been sealed too, in your case.
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...I keep my nails short.
[they will start growing rudely soon tho so rip him.]
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With these two, it's best to pretend he doesn't notice anything, and that he doesn't have any such problems himself. Everything here is Pure and Chaste.]
My point, Dan Feng, is that it's rude to scold someone for the way they feel comfortable in their own skin. If he wants to be vain like we are, that's all well and good, but he has the right to be rugged if he'd rather. Give advice when it is requested.
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You sound like one of the Elders. [annoyed huff. he was not the sort of man who waited for permission or for things to be requested of him.] How did that happen. Where the awkward little Lieutenant go.
[the hand on dan heng's cheek sways out of range of his teeth to. go for a horn, trying to tilt his head by one finger on it.]
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