[ ...it strikes him, then, suddenly and immediately, the perfect revelation. Yes. Yes, Wei Wuxian has the right of it.
There is, finally, a purpose for the Yiling Patriarch in their home, and Wangji greets it, nod absent but secure.
This poor rabbit, victim of a thousand strokes, sending it gently into a purring overdose. If it survives this day, it will forever remember it as the fine hour when every part of its quivering body was massaged into gentle perfection. ]
Your hand does not shake. [ There, another nod, signalling the bunny-pleasure-jelly below. ] You can hold chopsticks.
[ Poor rabbit, long may its plights and the perils that threatened its quivering heart be remembered.
How dare they, two grown and faithless men, completely savage him the bunny with affection, until it's puddling out in Wangji's hands, limbs thrown out haphazardly each way. For shame, look at them.
But I can still feed you, right? Wei Ying can make food for Lan Zhan and feed him?
[is the rabbit still alive? it is dead? who knows. it's just a loose-limbed creature beneath their hands now, pliable and soft. what a sad fate it's met, this young bunny.
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There is, finally, a purpose for the Yiling Patriarch in their home, and Wangji greets it, nod absent but secure.
This poor rabbit, victim of a thousand strokes, sending it gently into a purring overdose. If it survives this day, it will forever remember it as the fine hour when every part of its quivering body was massaged into gentle perfection. ]
Your hand does not shake. [ There, another nod, signalling the bunny-pleasure-jelly below. ] You can hold chopsticks.
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I was taught table manners, surprising as that may sound, yes. I can hold chopsticks very well.
[poor creature. it will never know any other pleasure from now on.]
Your reason, Lan Zhan?
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How dare they, two grown and faithless men, completely savage him the bunny with affection, until it's puddling out in Wangji's hands, limbs thrown out haphazardly each way. For shame, look at them.
Look what great evil they've wrought. ]
Then you need no hand-feeding.
[ Offer respectfully declined. ]
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[is the rabbit still alive? it is dead? who knows. it's just a loose-limbed creature beneath their hands now, pliable and soft. what a sad fate it's met, this young bunny.
wei ying will fondly remember bunji, poor thing.]