[ he ducks his head, interested in running his fingers down the edge of little fortune's beak, he's smiling still. but between two of them there is no doubt who dominates the act that this nie huaisang has just started to craft.
he parrots back, sweetly: ] We, yes, I don't know, maybe, I don't know. [ he stops stroking, ignoring the disgruntled purr of the creature, in favour of reaching over towards the other, hesitant.
he does not reach his destination and instead digs into his sleeve for a fan. lovingly crafted, with the finest of materials and painted with care. it is his favourite, a gift from his brother many years ago. ]
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he parrots back, sweetly: ] We, yes, I don't know, maybe, I don't know. [ he stops stroking, ignoring the disgruntled purr of the creature, in favour of reaching over towards the other, hesitant.
he does not reach his destination and instead digs into his sleeve for a fan. lovingly crafted, with the finest of materials and painted with care. it is his favourite, a gift from his brother many years ago. ]
In this place, these things are possible.