un: dappled pearl of the parted seas [voice]

[beitangmoran]

Well, that was a lot of excitement for one night, wasn't it?

[Is he going to address any of the allegations that apparently it was him that went streaking through the camp pursued by a bear? Nope, not even a little.]

Really, though, someone ought to feed Master Wei better. That man is positively gaunt.

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[topoiran]

[ ... on that note, here's Xunxian, carrying in soup.

The bear is napping outside. ]

[beitangmoran]

[Give him a moment, absorbed as he is in his note taking, to look up and see who just came into the tent. And then smile.]

What time is it?

[topoiran]

[ It might be possible for people to resist Beitang Moran's smile, but those people are not Su Xunxian. It feels as though his knees have been turned liquid already, and it's only the fact that he's felt that effect for years - rare as Moran's smiles can be at times - that keeps him going and moving with his usual casual grace. ]

Time for you to still not be that easily mistaken for young master Wei.

But also late enough that you should consider some sleep if you would like to avoid a headache tomorrow.

[beitangmoran]

[Moran would roll his eyes at the gentle admonishment, except an Imperial Prince doesn't do that. Much.

But fine, fine, he'll set aside all of his reading and writing and hold his hands out for the food.]

This is actually pretty funny. People usually only take a few seconds to realize which is which. I guess him being... in movement did not help that.

[topoiran]

I rather think it was the underdressed part, in fact, and people not thinking through what they know.

[ Xunxian passes the soup, taking a few bites of his own and just basking in being close to Moran, never mind that they have hardly separated for more than a few hours at a time in weeks.

After a moment, his eyes fall on the comb haphazardly peeking from the opening of a saddlebag, and he folds his sleeve with one hand to gesture towards it. ]

May I?

[beitangmoran]

Well, it doesn't really matter. You did not have to argue with Master Bai about that, Xunxian.

[But it was cute to see you defend his honor.

At the question, it takes Moran a few seconds to realize what Xunxian is asking before he inclines his head.]

Of course. It feels like washing one's hair here is pretty useless. Sand gets into it everywhere.

[topoiran]

Well, of all people, I didn't expect him to be the one to look carelessly. Pity.

[ It's his job and he's not going to flag for not having had to do it for a while.

Xunxian brightens, and slips to take the comb and stat working through the long strands. The sand is all the more reason for this to be happening regularly, nobody wants matted hair. ]

We should be reaching our destination soon, one way or another, hopefully that will ease the problem with the sand.

[ Indubitably, it will raise other problems, of course. ]

wei laozu

[weifinder]

Hey! I've been way more gaunt, this is progress!

( ...................................... that's not helping, is it )

[beitangmoran]

There is still progress to be made, Master Wei, although I am glad to see it doesn't impede your energetic manner in this instance.

[weifinder]

It'd be troubling if it did, ah?

( his energy's always fine, he runs on sunshine and the hope of alcohol )

[beitangmoran]

I suppose so.

How long do you think we can keep people wondering which of us it was?

[weifinder]

Is anyone wondering. Are they. What a blessing, to be bare before the masses.

[beitangmoran]

There's some speculation floating around. I see no need to dispel it, personally.

un: absterge

[downswing]

He will be attended.



( Cooking more millet as he types. )

[beitangmoran]

I have utmost confidence in your abilities concerning this, Master Lan.

[downswing]

You stand alone.

[beitangmoran]

... Really? Does no one know how attentive you are to his well-being?

[downswing]

He feeds heartier than before.

[beitangmoran]

That is good to hear, although I shudder at how malnourished he must have been if this is true. There's almost no meat on his bones already.

un: chengmei

[thesuspense]

Can't be that bad, if the bear wanted him...

[Speaking up to... defend? the grandmaster.]

[beitangmoran]

I hardly think the bear wanted to eat him.

[thesuspense]

...hm.

What, you think it was looking to fuck?

[Why. Why did his mind go there? Why be so crude?]

In that case, I imagine he'd have to look sturdy, at least.

[beitangmoran]

.......... You have interesting leaps of logic, Young Master.

[thesuspense]

I have been told that before.

But you are the one insisting the bear can't have wanted to eat him.

[beitangmoran]

Well, of course not. You would know if you had bothered to ask the bear.