anyway. he does not look at jiaoqiu, tucked back into his spot. ]
...Sunshade, then. Should keep the wolves off our tail.
[ sunshade, a famous desert oasis, a little town with a name that goes down as a place full of desert blooms. certainly not the most above board place in the world. but... a place with one of the very, very few people in the entire world that he more or less trusts, and a place where a successful young woman who once was a dancer now owns and runs a tavern in town. it's also far. no better way to lose a scent than to toss it into the sand, and... he thinks that jiaoqiu might like her, too, but he'll keep that part secret for now.
she'll also probably be the least annoying about this than literally any other vague 'connection' that he's ever had so. that's a win. ] Better get used to sand in your tail.
he's never been to sunshade, before. he has heard plenty of men during the war talk about wanting to go, though - it's the only time that he's heard about soldiers who wanted to serve around the desert. it's also the kind of place that he sincerely doubts hoolay will care enough to chase him to. he's got better things to do. he doesn't know about darius, but he's like, way less afraid of darius. darius is the type of dude that jiaoqiu could set on fire without a second glance. ]
Any sand in my tail is going to be sand in your bed. [ he says, primly. ] You can help me brush it.
[ uwu
but, yeah. that's agreement enough. he doesn't mind. and once he meets that dancer, he'll like it even more. ]
[ he would pinch him if he wasn't like, hurt. therion's also hurt so anything he would do would be completely ineffectual, just like this grumbling, which is also ineffectual. ]
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I don't mind it. I run cold, as you've likely noticed.
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[ cold ass fingers
anyway. he does not look at jiaoqiu, tucked back into his spot. ]
...Sunshade, then. Should keep the wolves off our tail.
[ sunshade, a famous desert oasis, a little town with a name that goes down as a place full of desert blooms. certainly not the most above board place in the world. but... a place with one of the very, very few people in the entire world that he more or less trusts, and a place where a successful young woman who once was a dancer now owns and runs a tavern in town. it's also far. no better way to lose a scent than to toss it into the sand, and... he thinks that jiaoqiu might like her, too, but he'll keep that part secret for now.
she'll also probably be the least annoying about this than literally any other vague 'connection' that he's ever had so. that's a win. ] Better get used to sand in your tail.
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he's never been to sunshade, before. he has heard plenty of men during the war talk about wanting to go, though - it's the only time that he's heard about soldiers who wanted to serve around the desert. it's also the kind of place that he sincerely doubts hoolay will care enough to chase him to. he's got better things to do. he doesn't know about darius, but he's like, way less afraid of darius. darius is the type of dude that jiaoqiu could set on fire without a second glance. ]
Any sand in my tail is going to be sand in your bed. [ he says, primly. ] You can help me brush it.
[ uwu
but, yeah. that's agreement enough. he doesn't mind. and once he meets that dancer, he'll like it even more. ]
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[ is.
is this true? hard to tell ]
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[ he refuses to lose this conversation ]
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[ he would pinch him if he wasn't like, hurt. therion's also hurt so anything he would do would be completely ineffectual, just like this grumbling, which is also ineffectual. ]
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[ he's so amused. if they were not beat to fuck he would bite therion for absolutely no reason other than brat levels. ]
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[ therion mutters, but he also clearly doesn't mean this, either. ]
Your friend's going to kill you when she realizes you're awake.
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[ he muses. ]
... Stay here, and I will rest.