[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.]
[his brows furrow, less at the choice in words he's actually grumping over and more over what dan feng is saying-- that's uncomfortable. he doesn't like that comparison.
but that means he makes a startled little noise at horn contact, head tipping without resistance.]
[he's too busy manhandling dan heng by horn inspection to pay complete attention to what he's saying, but this is certainly a dan feng who has been untouched by a bleak future that would come to pass, no matter how much of it he's heard secondhand.]
Do not fret, Jing Yuan. I certainly would not think of the Preceptors the way I think of you. Come back here and stop sulking.
[he rubs a thumb over one of the nubs at the base of dan heng's horns, brow furrowed.] Sticky.
[exasperated. he does knock it off, but not before flicking one of dan heng's ears, with a fangy little smirk that suggested he was teasing the other vidyadhara on purpose.
he makes space for jing yuan, hands hovering to help him if he went off-balance.]
[glowers at dan feng, then reaches to simply gently tug jing yuan into the space that's been made for him. fuck you, being polite about the lion but not the smaller lizard. no manners here.]
It was for his own good. [there's the snotty tone again as dan feng moves to gently put his arm over jing yuan's shoulders.] That is what you get for disobeying your doctor's orders.
[there is, but they'd all be plastered against each other, and while he'd shared cramped spaces with the quintet before, there was no immediate threat of the enemy here. here it would be... inapproriate.]
I can sleep on the floor, as you are both injured.
[the problem with being so pale was that the shade of bright red that's quickly spreading down his face is very visible.]
I do wish to stay; I am loathe to leave either of you out of my sight.
[he takes his hair down. presses close against jing yuan - he's blushing hard enough that the heat of his face is mortifyingly obvious - and crosses their ankles together.]
I will not be able to sleep soon, but I will be here when you both wake.
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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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closes mouth]
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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[his brows furrow, less at the choice in words he's actually grumping over and more over what dan feng is saying-- that's uncomfortable. he doesn't like that comparison.
but that means he makes a startled little noise at horn contact, head tipping without resistance.]
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The awkward little lieutenant grew up and got a little lieutenant of his own.
But really, Dan Feng. The position of general has certainly made me a more boring person, but I am still far more fun than your Elders.
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Do not fret, Jing Yuan. I certainly would not think of the Preceptors the way I think of you. Come back here and stop sulking.
[he rubs a thumb over one of the nubs at the base of dan heng's horns, brow furrowed.] Sticky.
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If you're going to call them sticky, knock it off!
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[He can't seeeeeeee!! But he does awkwardly make his way back towards the bed without bumping into anything, so. He's doing fine.]
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[exasperated. he does knock it off, but not before flicking one of dan heng's ears, with a fangy little smirk that suggested he was teasing the other vidyadhara on purpose.
he makes space for jing yuan, hands hovering to help him if he went off-balance.]
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[glowers at dan feng, then reaches to simply gently tug jing yuan into the space that's been made for him. fuck you, being polite about the lion but not the smaller lizard. no manners here.]
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Lan help him remain pure tonight.]
If you don't want me to point it out, don't do it.
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It was for his own good. [there's the snotty tone again as dan feng moves to gently put his arm over jing yuan's shoulders.] That is what you get for disobeying your doctor's orders.
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[flatly, crowding against jing yuan's other side. no personal space for lions.]
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In any case, it's just about bedtime for me. Will you both join me?
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[there is, but they'd all be plastered against each other, and while he'd shared cramped spaces with the quintet before, there was no immediate threat of the enemy here. here it would be... inapproriate.]
I can sleep on the floor, as you are both injured.
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If you mean to stay the night at all, it can be in the bed.
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I do wish to stay; I am loathe to leave either of you out of my sight.
[he takes his hair down. presses close against jing yuan - he's blushing hard enough that the heat of his face is mortifyingly obvious - and crosses their ankles together.]
I will not be able to sleep soon, but I will be here when you both wake.
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