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username: yiling patriarch

( Rise and shine, to coarse, near-dawn rasps from a gently borrowed quartz piece. Overheard in the background: meowling winds from the settling snow storms, the yawning bustle of early-morning trade, and the sharp gasps of a crowd. )

Bring salt, wine, water and joss sticks to the marketplace. ( Murmured: ) They've sullied their dead.

( A pause, stretching its legs, until a child cries over the 'armless men there.' )

We cannot be as animals, to leave them in indignity.

( ooc: ...response usernames will vary, depending on whether he's still at the marketplace or back at the House of Dew ~~and hoarding Wei Wuxian's device, since he's too himself to get his own~~. )

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Humbly, meeting Wei Ying's requirement.

( Now he's not bothering to hide that he's laughing. )

You! Does that mean I get the head pats later, huh?

Earn them.

Oh? What's head pat worthy to Lan Zhan?

Eat meals silently. Walk leisurely. Speak with care.

( Be a good infant. )

( Here, he sighs. Sighs. )

In other words, no head pats for this Wei Ying. Your standards are too strict, I don't dare meet them!

Improvements — ( A short huff, possibly because this gentle exchange has the audacity to punctuate corpse shipments. ) — will be rewarded.

( Lan Zhan is managing to talk while hauling bodies, Wei Wuxian would sound more like an asthmatic trying to do the same. )

Why do I feel like Little Apple when I started leading them around with an apple tied to a stick dangling in front of their nose...