un: bashful bard of the emboldened flute

[consignation]

[ You know how other people are using the network to disseminate important information? Or to gather data, make connections, organize expeditions?

Well, Jiang Cheng is going to use for something equally important, to him. He is going to use it to complain. ]

I don't know why I agreed to this. I don't know what I expected.

[ No introduction, no context, no real explanation. ]

The Lans are notoriously delicate. Bland diets, soft complexions, their beauty sleep.

Why. Would he even ask for this when he's clearly never stayed up past dusk in his life?!

[ All of this is delivered in a low, hushed, seething whisper.

Then, quieter, to his mystery companion— ]

What does my brother see in you—

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un: deft hand of little deaths [Voice]

[scrapgege]

Well, it is comfortable enough to sleep if you're not really picky, to be honest.

[consignation]

What's wrong with you.

[scrapgege]

Did I say something wrong? I've slept in worst places, to be honest.

... Well, the coffin was more comfortable because I could lie down, but this isn't bad.

[consignation]

Why were you sleeping in a coffin—

[scrapgege]

Well, I ended up there because a lot of things happened, and I was tired, so I figured I might as well rest a while before getting out. No one was going to bother me in there.