[ mo ran's gaze couldn't be fonder, observing his teacher suddenly looking so crossed about him having been in the pavilion, surely still embarrassed about the mess that reigned there.
how to tell chu wanning that he couldn't care less about untidiness? living with him had been one of mo ran's dreams for this second lifetime. there's irony, in making that come true in what people call purgatory. sharing the same space, gifting the sight of his sleeping figure, it is something that chu wanning has never allowed anyone. of course had it been anyone else from their family coming here and not mo ran, chu wanning would've agreed to stay together all the same; but that doesn't stop the young man from feeling special. there's a spark of warmth in his chest. ]
At least the way back is familiar. And I used to live on the street when I was a child: I consider sleeping on the floor already a luxury.
[ he comments with an easy smile, mentioning possibly for the first time a detail of his childhood. it is equally true that as taxian-jun, he used to sleep on the softest, feather-stuffed mattresses --maybe right because of that, the idea of actual luxury disgusts him.
he pushes his mind into the direction chu wanning is leading it in, the abandoned house, so he doesn't let it linger on the possibility of sharing a bed --it would be unbecoming and selfish of him. he can still remember the warmth and the weight of that body in his arms, after taxian-jun had—
mo ran scowls and he suddenly turns his back to his teacher, ashamed to look at him. he rests his hands on his hips and makes a show of observing around. ]
I thought it wasn't too bad, compared to most of the others that have fallen down completely. And it's comfortably-sized for the two of us. It also has a backdoor, in case something attacks and we need to flee.
[ he thought of all possibilities, since this world seems haunted by creatures akin to the ghosts they fought in their previous life. he quickly turns back towards chu wanning then and walks towards him, suddenly looking worried. ]
We need to eat?! Shizun, you must've lost so much weight! [ he knows how cooking isn't one of his teacher's skills and he can't help touching along his forearms, lightly squeeze at his wrists and his elbows, to feel if they're more boney. ] You suffered.
[ he purses his lips, almost a pout, as he looks at him. then brightens up again. ] Luckily now you have me, hehe. Surely it costs less coins getting groceries rather than a full dish. We'll be frugal.
[ like a couple of young newlyweds who've just started living together. mo ran's dimples appear again. ]
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how to tell chu wanning that he couldn't care less about untidiness? living with him had been one of mo ran's dreams for this second lifetime. there's irony, in making that come true in what people call purgatory. sharing the same space, gifting the sight of his sleeping figure, it is something that chu wanning has never allowed anyone. of course had it been anyone else from their family coming here and not mo ran, chu wanning would've agreed to stay together all the same; but that doesn't stop the young man from feeling special. there's a spark of warmth in his chest. ]
At least the way back is familiar. And I used to live on the street when I was a child: I consider sleeping on the floor already a luxury.
[ he comments with an easy smile, mentioning possibly for the first time a detail of his childhood. it is equally true that as taxian-jun, he used to sleep on the softest, feather-stuffed mattresses --maybe right because of that, the idea of actual luxury disgusts him.
he pushes his mind into the direction chu wanning is leading it in, the abandoned house, so he doesn't let it linger on the possibility of sharing a bed --it would be unbecoming and selfish of him. he can still remember the warmth and the weight of that body in his arms, after taxian-jun had—
mo ran scowls and he suddenly turns his back to his teacher, ashamed to look at him. he rests his hands on his hips and makes a show of observing around. ]
I thought it wasn't too bad, compared to most of the others that have fallen down completely. And it's comfortably-sized for the two of us. It also has a backdoor, in case something attacks and we need to flee.
[ he thought of all possibilities, since this world seems haunted by creatures akin to the ghosts they fought in their previous life. he quickly turns back towards chu wanning then and walks towards him, suddenly looking worried. ]
We need to eat?! Shizun, you must've lost so much weight! [ he knows how cooking isn't one of his teacher's skills and he can't help touching along his forearms, lightly squeeze at his wrists and his elbows, to feel if they're more boney. ] You suffered.
[ he purses his lips, almost a pout, as he looks at him. then brightens up again. ] Luckily now you have me, hehe. Surely it costs less coins getting groceries rather than a full dish. We'll be frugal.
[ like a couple of young newlyweds who've just started living together. mo ran's dimples appear again. ]