[not for the first time, dan feng contemplates dismembering gowther. it’s a comforting thought that complements what is fufufu and do i own this baby now? what do i do with a baby?.]
[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.]
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midwesternmayhem
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nobody will fin d the body w hen im done with youno subject
human tradition forbids it
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i have standardsno subject
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if you are this timeless infant pl ease kn ow I do not care
do not t ext while yo u are walking
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why would i walk when i can teleport
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fine t eleport in to an airlock fo r all I care. what is a time less inf antno subject
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yes
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why do y ou want to know?[if you turn him into a two week old dragon hatchling actually that sounds great]
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i wondered if age was a factor. that is all
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has anyone made it abundant ly clear to you that your im pertinence will g et you in trou ble one dayno subject
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let me do that. i j ust didno subject
however i thank you for your worry. if i had a heart, i would undoubtedly be experiencing a warm feeling right now (◕‿◕)♡
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were y ou not made with a h eart? you would not be h alf as annoying if you did not h ave oneno subject
i am a heartless human baby
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i ca n set you on fi re if you wish to feel warmno subject
[ the spoken words come from just outside Dan Feng's bedroom door. how long has he been there? it's a mystery~ ]
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something bangs against the door from the other side; dan feng had thrown a (thankfully) plastic bowl at it.]
Brat?
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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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