video; un: pillar of the heavens
[ The video turns on, revealing two ghostly ladies with their heads bent together, giggling and looking away from the device. "Do you think it's real?" one asks; the other shushes her, adding, "How would he fake it?" She pauses, looking as wistful as a ghost can. "Do you think we can keep him?"
Perhaps they mean to be subtle, but they miss that mark. Then Mo Ran appears, clutching a towel to his waist. ]
Ladies, there's no need to use that. If you'd kindly return it to me—
[ He breaks off, stepping closer and diving for his communication device, the towel flying. There's an audible struggle, brief flashes of both the ghosts and Mo Ran in the video, in all his naked glory before he finally wrestles it away from them, and rights the device, showing off one of the springs, steam rising from the water.
When Mo Ran next appears on the camera, he's submerged in water up to his chest, hiding the rest of his body, long hair bound into a bun on top of his head, looking rather sheepish but still grinning. ] Some of these ghosts are odd. Talking about keeping people, giggling about them behind their backs. Anyone else having problems with them?
Not that I'd object to staying here. These hot springs are perfect. I'll be soaking here for the rest of the night.
[ Just in case anyone wants to join him. ]
Perhaps they mean to be subtle, but they miss that mark. Then Mo Ran appears, clutching a towel to his waist. ]
Ladies, there's no need to use that. If you'd kindly return it to me—
[ He breaks off, stepping closer and diving for his communication device, the towel flying. There's an audible struggle, brief flashes of both the ghosts and Mo Ran in the video, in all his naked glory before he finally wrestles it away from them, and rights the device, showing off one of the springs, steam rising from the water.
When Mo Ran next appears on the camera, he's submerged in water up to his chest, hiding the rest of his body, long hair bound into a bun on top of his head, looking rather sheepish but still grinning. ] Some of these ghosts are odd. Talking about keeping people, giggling about them behind their backs. Anyone else having problems with them?
Not that I'd object to staying here. These hot springs are perfect. I'll be soaking here for the rest of the night.
[ Just in case anyone wants to join him. ]

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( it means having a husband not fussing into vinegar pots deep enough to swim in, and no he does not know how to change that so much as amusingly wait it out. )
You? You find yourself well versed?
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[ he hasn't yet put together that this is Wangji's husband, the supposed bearer of his child, but that's can come another day. ]
Ah. I know something about it. Grew up in a pleasure house, had a few flings.
[ though it's been a while since he's done anything like that; more than five years, now. but it's hard to forget the lessons learned in his first life. ]
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( he's not bothering stating yes, he's lacked that, with his husband in his bed almost every night for around two years? not that he knew they were married that time. not that he had, for a long time, indulged his sense of want, if it was his own versus his perception of what was wanted from him.
he knows his wants, now. or at least these ones. )
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[ it is common in his world, although he can't imagine doing something like that. life might have been better had he done something like that. some of the customers to the pleasure house were that sort. ]
There's another guy in our little group here, he has a kid, but I think he doesn't know where kids come from. Wonder if he's in the same situation.
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Is his child here?
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