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[it rings for about a minute before he answers. he sounds hoarse and dehydrated, like how a sponge would sound, if it wasn't a sponge.]

General?

Yes. What's going on with you?

Nothing, I am fine.

[source: trust me bro]

I am just incapa- indisposed at the moment.

Do not lie to me, Dan Feng.

What does it matter? I am not beholden to you.

You sound horrible and I am worried about you.

Bleeding heart.

[he snaps it like the insult it is. there's a silence where he wants to say so many things like i've been in so much pain i threw up earlier because someone ate my tail or i'm hungry but i just ate and i think it's the other mouth do you have another mouth too or is it just a gluttony thing or yingxing isn't answering his phone. he hasn't changed one bit how many times did we have to drag him out of the forge or i just want to see you all the time but he doesn't say any of these because he doesn't know how to deal with a jing yuan whose concern did not have the edge of bereaved, tortured misery.]

No, I think I just caught something, honestly. Contagious.

[He knows that was an insult, but it's not something he thinks should be an insult. He's proud of maintaining his ability to care after all these painful centuries. But... But he doesn't want to make it a point to argue about, so he doesn't defend himself on that point.

There's the sound of leaves crunching in the background, as Jing Yuan starts to angrily stomp his way back through the trees towards the cabins.]

I could ask your teammates.

Do you think they care? After I just killed the lot of them? Come now. Use your cute little Arbiter-General intellect.

[wait where's he going WAI]

Where are you going now?

Where do you think?

[brace yourself you horrid creature]

I never said I was at the cabins!

[shit wait now he just did.]

I am fine, General, go back to your stroll.

[Yknow what

HANGS UP ON HIM

he's coming over though]

[there's several attempted calls, before dan feng scrambles out of the scant nest of blankets and pillows and clothing he'd made in his room.

his balance issues have vanished in the morning, but the tightly bandaged tail he'd manifested for aphelios still could not be dissipated- he'd probably need to solve the hunger thing but he's been busy with soaking in jing yuan's attention to care.

he remembers, extremely belatedly, stumbling to lock the front door, that since his usual clothing was out drying from all the blood, and he refuses to wear whatever absurd excuses for clothing that were left to him by shadowpeaks- he is wearing the robes of his long-former office, a prize from the very first game here he'd died in.

his hair is unbound, his earrings nowhere in sight. the bandages are streaked with the rust brown of dried blood. he looks like he hasn't slept in ten thousand years. he absolutely cannot let jing yuan see him like this.]

[Jing Yuan is a polite boy so he DOES knock. But it's a very sharp knock. If no one answers he's going to take other measures.]

[muffled, with the sound of the lock turning:]

Leave!

No. Stop being childish and open the door now.

[He's using his most Authoritative Military Leader tone here.]

[that startles dan feng: he's never heard jing yuan use that tone on him before.]

I-

[if he draws the attention of the rest of the house, he knows himself too well- the chance that he would escalate would rise exponentially.

the lock tumbles loudly and the door cracks open. dan feng stays out of sight, hiding behind the door like a hatchling.]

As you can see- hear- I am fine, General.

You're not.

[And he's gotten Jing Yuan quite irritated, so he just shoves the door open further. He's still wearing the mwm outfit but that's not important right now. He is CONCERNED... and also, he'll feel a lot safer around Dan Feng if he keeps himself in the aggressive position.]

[the sudden movement jostles him, and he can't fight the sharp, pained inhale.

fine. fine. this absurd tenacity from his cute yuan'er dan feng knew how to deal with.

he opens the door all the way, bracing himself for violence- and he stops short, staring at - what is jing yuan wearing?]

Why are you dressed like a harlot?

[this fucking old man--]

It's what was provided when we arrived. What happened to you? You're a mess!

[excuse me??? you're only a few centuries younger??

dan feng is not looking at his face. he is looking at the swathe of skin visible down jing yuan's side, down to the cut of his hip. his fangs ache; he wants.]

Huh? [he blinks himself back to the conversation.] Er. Nothing happened. [good job being convincing.] Can you keep it down?

[Jing Yuan ignores Dan Feng's hungry gaze the same way he's ignoring how much he looks like the old Dan Feng in that outfit -- poorly. Both of these things make his stomach turn and his heart ache, and he shivers visibly for a moment before he reins it all in.]

I can lower my voice, but I won't listen to your nonsense. Let me take care of you a little, you old fool.

[If Dan Feng can scold him for not respecting Yingxing as his senior, Jing Yuan can call Dan Feng old.]

Impertinent.

[dan feng steps back, then, his actual tail curling up high behind him, the tip swaying lazy: I'm happy to see you.]

Come in, then. [he is carefully not looking at jing yuan's face. in fact, he turns away, showing him his back. if jing yuan can just ignore the hastily bandaged, suspiciously mangled tail below his intact one that will be great thanks. ] Tea?

[When his tail waves like that, Jing Yuan wants to grab it...

He resists. Mainly because he has a better sense of decorum than that but also because he is very much looking at the extra mangled tail.]

Yes, thank you. How did you get hurt?

[there's no other way to describe it: dan feng's entire countenance turns shifty, ears pinning back, and his shoulders round, curling up into himself.]

My- room is at the end of the hall. The only open door. [it's a mess but.] Let us not talk of it here.

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