[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.]
[jumps a little bit when jing yuan touches his tail ?? ?? ?]
No. [he sniffs.] You just have no spatial awareness when it comes to your tail. [vaguely the memories of why is swimming at the back of his head but he doesn’t want to think about those at the moment.] I will teach you starting tomorrow.
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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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Are you both children now...?
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[jumps a little bit when jing yuan touches his tail ?? ?? ?]
No. [he sniffs.] You just have no spatial awareness when it comes to your tail. [vaguely the memories of why is swimming at the back of his head but he doesn’t want to think about those at the moment.] I will teach you starting tomorrow.
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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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