un: absterge | video | backdated to pre-Colosseum rattling

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( Behold: that inexorable moment when a man with the tolerance of a baby kitten has infiltrated the nefarious tavern of Livius Decimus, had precisely two licks of the obligatory drink, and is now alone, sword drawn, brooding morosely at a vast table covered in castaway parchment pieces that two large brown and spotted rabbits are diligently chewing on.

After fifteen seconds of blinking at the pendant: )

Greeti.. ( ...nnnnngs? ) What. did.. what did the... ( Wake up, Lan Wangji, wake up — ) Pro - presss... pros. Proscription lists. What did they look like?

( ...possibly like the parchment scraps one of the rabbits annihilates on camera, while a nearby thug gentleman of criminal arts, seemingly in the know, mutters, You son of a — )

...my son? Mmmmmmmmm. Gentle. Little... not so little? Was little. Kind. Wise. Speak of... yes. Let me speak of my son. He will never marry. Must stay little. In my coin purse. Children are... for safe-keeping.

( ...in coin purses. Does the thug agree? How can he not. )

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Nooo leave him unfound, he's too hilarious

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...no. Have you... seen lists?

[nothinglikefather]

[Jacob stops once he gets the incoming message, a little bit of irritation in his tone.]

Not if you have them, no. Do you have them?

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Perhaps... the rabbits know.

[nothinglikefather]

The rabbits know? Exactly how much did you drink?

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Half a... ( Give him a moment, thinking, thinking, thinking, uploading -- ) ...quarter of a cup.

( Ladies and gentlemen, your saviour. )

[nothinglikefather]

Bit of a lightweight huh? And on an empty stomach?

Are those the rabbits with you? They were eating bits of paper. Were those the lists?

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...what do lists... look like?

( Just like what that one rabbit is consuming, Wangji. That one over there. )

[nothinglikefather]

[ Next time Jacob sees you, he's going to box your ears. ]

Like pieces of paper with names on them. That's what a list is. You know, when your mum sends you to the greengrocer?

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...mother.

[nothinglikefather]

Anyway- you got those bits of paper?

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( A handful of moments, while he yet considers his mother. )

...some paper here. Left by... forget.

[nothinglikefather]

[ Well at least he's not lamenting about his father. ]

You get that paper in your hand and you keep it safe, you hear me?

And you go home.

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...rabbits have it. ( Yes. Trust the rabbits. )

[nothinglikefather]

... In their tiny rabbit pockets?

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Their mouths.

[nothinglikefather]

[He's going to box your ears to hard that your mother is going to turn up and admire his handiwork.]

Good luck getting that back then.

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...disciplined. They are — disciplined.

[nothinglikefather]

They're rabbits Wangji. They're for putting in pies.

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...Jacob.

[nothinglikefather]

They're not disciplined. That's all I'm saying. They're rabbits.

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My — children.

[nothinglikefather]

How?

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Adopted. Adopted by... my husband.

[nothinglikefather]

Wangji, I know you're all three sheets to the wind, but try to pull yourself together alright? They're rabbits. Not people.

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( Ah. No, no. )

Family... is family.