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un: absterge | video | backdated to pre-Colosseum rattling
( 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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... are you... teasing... me?
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Good boy.
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( but he's laughing, and it's a release of tension, followed by the mock severity of: )
I am not a dog!
( because it is not, has not, will never be something affectionate to him, who has been called worse, and who holds no fondness for canines in his heart. even having been a relative of them for a while, months and months ago.
yet it is also nothing he holds against his drunken husband, who finds it in himself to play more easily even now, silly, beloved man. )
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( A winner is he, Hanguang-Jun. )
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