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[untamedhero]

[hesitates at that, clearly wanting there to be options available but--]

I don't know how willing he will be about that. He said even if I was a defective monster, I'm still a monster he picked. Ah, calling us monsters because he named us after monsters and plants.

[Mint just possessive like this?]

But maybe Shadowman will know a bit more about it.

[one_note]

[hey fae if you picked voluntarily based on preference why did two identical people wind up in different groups then

he is going to get in a fight about this, at some point.]

Worth knowing. Let us see.

[untamedhero]

[sharing is caring?]

Let me know what Shadowman has to say about it? If you get to speak with him.

[one_note]

Yes.

[loops his arms around him and the rabbit both, like a physical exclamation mark on that. mine.]

[untamedhero]

[very cozy. it earns a sound of contentment as he relaxes into the hold, though still minding that injured side.]

It'll be sorted out.

[one_note]

[warm, sandalwood-scented, comfortable]

Am here, regardless.

[untamedhero]

Mm, I know.

[unlike before, he actually recognizes this fact. even if they "why" of it is still a mystery.]

[one_note]

Mm.

Rest?

[untamedhero]

Hmm... only if resting now means no 9 o'clock enforcement.

[one_note]

...

Hm.

[that's a very positive sort of 'hm']

[untamedhero]

[learning to tell more of these "hm"s apart, ye.]

All right. Then I'll rest a bit.

[he makes no effort to move though.]

[one_note]

[seems legit. tugs him a little more into his shoulder]

[untamedhero]

[shifting so he can curl against him more, laying his head against that shoulder. he's not as tired as he could be but light dosing seems manageable like this]

[one_note]

[that's fine! he'll sit and hold him for as long as he does deign to rest, just wildly happy and afraid all at once]

[untamedhero]

[things he can probably hear via heartbeat but mostly he starts to stir again because registering Lan Wangji still just sitting there. how is the man comfortable like this.]

--Hanguang-Jun... don't you ever just lay back...?

[drowsy and a bit sluggish.]

[one_note]

Hush.

[...but he does feel Lan Wangji shift them until they're both lying down]

[untamedhero]

Telling me to hush when I'm just looking out for your poor back...

[of course he's gonna whine about that.]

[one_note]

[there are hands in his hair again, soothing.]

Very kind.

[untamedhero]

[placated and shifting to resettle on top of Lan Wangji. yes, position he is familiar with when sleeping.]

Mmm... aren't I?

[pat pats at Lan Wangji's face blindly. because lazy.]

[one_note]

[turns his cheek into the idle touch, like a cat]

Always.

[untamedhero]

[help, he is weak to people thinking well of him. or maybe it's just this person in particular. it's time for gentle facepets.]

[one_note]

[hums to him a little, to see if that helps him sleep: Rest, today, not the tune he heard in the cave long ago]

[untamedhero]

[he is also weak to soft music, especially when there's reverberations through his chest to listen to. so he drops off pretty quickly this time. though hand still stays near Lan Wangji's face.]

[one_note]

[closes his eyes to meditate; he is not going to sleep before nine, at all, but it's a good time to circulate his energy and heal up the sword-wound a bit more, now that there's no use to be had from it.

passes some to Wei Wuxian as well, for the bite on his shoulder. avoids healing the bruises, as requested.]