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consignation[ stripping out of his robe, jiang cheng bumps his device and leaves it with his heap of clothes. it's understandable, really, with what a rush he's in to dive off the pier. he's stripped down to nothing more than his thin innermost robe, a white slip that falls barely past his (shapely) buttocks, sashed by a single flimsy tie on his left side just above his hip. gloriously bare, elegant legs carry him in a sprint away from the broadcasting device, and then the sect leader takes a picturesque dive in a shallow arc to hasten through the water to his target. throughout, there's the excited murmuring of a crowd from somewhere just behind the device, but once jiang cheng is in the water they start to stage whisper in the earnest.
there's hushed delight about his hair, his jawline, his cheekbones, his physique. there's tittering of how his children might look, peppered with suggestions of which villagers have had the good fortune of warming his bed. the chatter grows increasingly lewd until two parties claim to have been with their beloved village rescuer just this last night, neither willing to back down until there's screaming and shouting as a fight breaks out.
just as someone can be glimpsed out of the corner of the frame being held in a headlock, the subject of the gossip reemerges from the water in a now entirely translucent robe that is also falling off his shoulder, a sodden puppy held carefully in his arms which he hands off to a little boy waiting anxiously near the edge of the water. the fight and crowd disperse at once, though a few people do come by to compliment jiang cheng, some inviting him to dinner or to spend the night at their house and other such niceties.
only after all this does jiang cheng go to retrieve his clothes and notice his device on and recording. ]
Oh, sorry. I hope this hasn't been on too long making too much noise. Um.
Is everyone well?
there's hushed delight about his hair, his jawline, his cheekbones, his physique. there's tittering of how his children might look, peppered with suggestions of which villagers have had the good fortune of warming his bed. the chatter grows increasingly lewd until two parties claim to have been with their beloved village rescuer just this last night, neither willing to back down until there's screaming and shouting as a fight breaks out.
just as someone can be glimpsed out of the corner of the frame being held in a headlock, the subject of the gossip reemerges from the water in a now entirely translucent robe that is also falling off his shoulder, a sodden puppy held carefully in his arms which he hands off to a little boy waiting anxiously near the edge of the water. the fight and crowd disperse at once, though a few people do come by to compliment jiang cheng, some inviting him to dinner or to spend the night at their house and other such niceties.
only after all this does jiang cheng go to retrieve his clothes and notice his device on and recording. ]
Oh, sorry. I hope this hasn't been on too long making too much noise. Um.
Is everyone well?