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( Pictured: young master Lan, blood-drenched and saddled by five exceptionally rotund and angry chickens in a gondola that drifts merrily along one of the canals.
At his feet: a swarm of coins, a corset dress, and... pastries. Beside him, fettered and muffled, is a seemingly rabid undead, who sometimes remembers to kick at the rope-bound oar convulsively and row them onwards in the dusky horizon.
It appears master Lan has forgotten the art of blinking. Possibly, until he croaks out sound, that of speech: )
The witches. ( A pause, spanning a lifetime. He seems... to drift asleep? No. No, he's startling himself awake again: ) Answered. ( What did they say, Wangji, don't fall aslee — ) ...inquiry. pocket Lan Zhan Wangji's box was submerged in alcohol during transport. He has 'captured' one of the warehouse dead and... useless loot. Content warning: drunk Lan Wangji. )
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( Why is he waving his hand to sketch a pile - )
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I have not earned own bed.
( Your monster of a mother doesn't let this man have his own bed. )
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Sizhui just tilts his head slightly. ]
Then you can have mine.
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He gets a bed ???? )
And Sizhui?
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No. We sleep as rabbits.
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All right.
Is the water that you are on close to where my room is?
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( Puppy... eyeing... )
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[ The chickens, the undead, etc. are around Hanguang-jun. Then the boat is around them. Then the water is around the boat.
Then perhaps what is around the water will... help find him? ]
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Yes. Just here. Just now. Enjoy a view of the long-spanned gondola, the crumbs and sheets of errant gold, the... haphazard, distressed sprinkling of undead skins, and...
Water. Beautiful, dark, reflective. Vast.
And the rare, splashing fish within it, crowns of weeds, currents.
A woman's long-lost satin shoe.
Feathers. A wine flask? Raunchy art.
Enjoy all of these as Lan Wangji, fascinated, keeps his pendant trained on the currents, completely forgetting his son's request. )
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Ahem. ]
So many things, Hanguang-jun. And a little further? Are there any houses?
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( Fine. Fine then. A generous view of the houses at the periphery of the necromantic districts. But, more importantly. )
Sizhui. Inquiry. Answered. They answered.
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But also he blinks slightly. ]
They answered? What did they say, Hanguang-jun?
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For what happened before or when they died, or because of how they are now?
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[ Hanguang-jun and Zewu-jun and senior Wei and uncle Ning, in Sizhui's experience, have really, really big hearts, for example. Other people, too, though not all people, not at all. ]
But their hearts, with sadness and time, perhaps?
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