['Little jewel.' Jin Guangyao isn't smiling at the bird anymore, but at Lan Xichen's profile as he admonishes his omen, at the fond and familiar exasperation at the corners of his mouth and his eyes. longing.jpeg
Then, coming back to himself,]
Ah--yes, of course. [and he begins to methodically work loose the fastenings on his outer robes, to shed them and set them carefully aside in a laundry basket next to a behemoth of metal and plastic that is labeled 'washing machine' on the bottom, and 'dryer' on top. He inspects the pale cream fabric of his inner robes, but they seem to be clean. Jin Guangyao plucks a tea towel from out of a drawer and drapes it around his shoulders, then heads out into the courtyard to work his hair loose from its braids and get the remaining grounds out that way. Better to get the flagstones dirty than the rest of his house.]
Perhaps, instead of coffee, [he says and looks backward over his shoulder at Lan Xichen,] I could introduce you to hot chocolate instead.
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longing.jpegThen, coming back to himself,]
Ah--yes, of course. [and he begins to methodically work loose the fastenings on his outer robes, to shed them and set them carefully aside in a laundry basket next to a behemoth of metal and plastic that is labeled 'washing machine' on the bottom, and 'dryer' on top. He inspects the pale cream fabric of his inner robes, but they seem to be clean. Jin Guangyao plucks a tea towel from out of a drawer and drapes it around his shoulders, then heads out into the courtyard to work his hair loose from its braids and get the remaining grounds out that way. Better to get the flagstones dirty than the rest of his house.]
Perhaps, instead of coffee, [he says and looks backward over his shoulder at Lan Xichen,] I could introduce you to hot chocolate instead.