[Mostly, Molly just looks tired. Wrung out. He'll roll over to accommodate him - and gu yun can see the front of the amazing shirt, which is, yeah, it's the I went to the indulgence center and saw my friend lavafied and all I got was a threesome with two gods shirt. How did he get a t-shirt on. Carefully, I guess.
He doesn't really want personal space anyway, so just wrapping himself against gu yun's side instantly, not bothering to try and get comfortable as much as just. clinging.]
Some things this place just can't break me of, I'm afraid.
[ the shirt gets a single snort out of him, not quite hysterical but almost — definitely brought out in the “oh, you have to laugh because it’s awful” sort of way. otherwise, he doesn’t hesitate in letting him cling, arching up briefly to reach for the pillows on the bed and to fluff them up and knead them around in the way he’s probably seen molly do it dozens of times so he can at least get some semblance of comfort under his head.
after that, though, it’s cling central. he nudges a leg between his at the knee and hooks his arms around his back, doing the best one small gu zixi can do to wrap molly up away from the rest of the world. ]
Like your sense of humor. [ quiet and a little dry, in reference to that shirt, which he curls his fingers in the back of and holds onto the best he can with these new claws.. ] At least I’ll always be able to see you, blind as a bat or not.
[Is it wrong to really really enjoy the feeling of someone holding you tightly with claws? It's a good extra layer of protectiveness that's, uh, very good.
molly's attitude on most of this is you have to laugh becuase otherwise it's so terrible, ridiculously awful. comedic, almost, to think you've survived the barrage only to get taken out at the knees with one more brutal gutting.]
I'm an assault on the senses. Hard to lose track of me in general.
what else can you really do, at this point, besides break down? it seems almost ridiculously unfair. after all, there wasn't a single name on that list that gu yun knew (at least from home - he's heard plenty about jester, and how lovely she is. not was. like harrow said - we won't know until we know.) but somehow, whatever this place's draw was came for molly like a baihu arrow.
eventually, his knuckles stroke down his spine, an idle, comforting movement, for a situation that feels impossible to comfort over. the intimacy of touch has become easier with molly than just about anyone, at least, and he keeps a watchful eye on his reactions and his tone, matching to matching. it's - sympathy and empathy don't come easy for gu yun, who knows loss practically like a second skin. he's the one who survives and always has been, but, if being here is all he can do, making terrible jokes and providing something strong to lean on to, then that's something he's more than capable of. ]
Explains a lot about how we've stuck together. [ considering! you know. lack of senses. ] If nothing else, I can smell you coming from a hundred li away.
Makes me sound unhygienic when you put it like that.
[He bathes so much! He loves baths. but he does seem calm at least now, pressed into him as much as he can, just focusing on the gentle touches and the feeling of pinprinks of claws against his skin.
he isn't used to this feeling. to any feelings like this. loss and rage and grief. it's as he's said - something of a charmed life until the moments here, and suddenly everything began to go downhill rapidly. something of a karmic exchange for daring to make a selfish wish.]
I wouldn't be anywhere near you if you didn't bathe. [ that comes with a soft snort. clearly that isn't a problem, because they're basically one entity at this moment. the motions continue, soft and unhurried, occasionally tracing where he knows there are ink lines at his back in lazy patterns. settling easily into familiarity, into closeness. ]
Do you know, one of those donkeys at Hu Guo temple never bathes? Liao Ran, is his name. He's had the audacity to attempt to become friends with Chang Geng. [ tch. he makes a little bit of a face here - the light conversation makes it easy to do so. ] Kidnapped him off to Jiangnan Harbor, when I was off at the Northern Border, with surely nefarious purposes, to teach him poor hygiene and Buddhism.
[ like this is such a crime. this is such a crime! ]
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He doesn't really want personal space anyway, so just wrapping himself against gu yun's side instantly, not bothering to try and get comfortable as much as just. clinging.]
Some things this place just can't break me of, I'm afraid.
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after that, though, it’s cling central. he nudges a leg between his at the knee and hooks his arms around his back, doing the best one small gu zixi can do to wrap molly up away from the rest of the world. ]
Like your sense of humor. [ quiet and a little dry, in reference to that shirt, which he curls his fingers in the back of and holds onto the best he can with these new claws.. ] At least I’ll always be able to see you, blind as a bat or not.
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molly's attitude on most of this is you have to laugh becuase otherwise it's so terrible, ridiculously awful. comedic, almost, to think you've survived the barrage only to get taken out at the knees with one more brutal gutting.]
I'm an assault on the senses. Hard to lose track of me in general.
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what else can you really do, at this point, besides break down? it seems almost ridiculously unfair. after all, there wasn't a single name on that list that gu yun knew (at least from home - he's heard plenty about jester, and how lovely she is. not was. like harrow said - we won't know until we know.) but somehow, whatever this place's draw was came for molly like a baihu arrow.
eventually, his knuckles stroke down his spine, an idle, comforting movement, for a situation that feels impossible to comfort over. the intimacy of touch has become easier with molly than just about anyone, at least, and he keeps a watchful eye on his reactions and his tone, matching to matching. it's - sympathy and empathy don't come easy for gu yun, who knows loss practically like a second skin. he's the one who survives and always has been, but, if being here is all he can do, making terrible jokes and providing something strong to lean on to, then that's something he's more than capable of. ]
Explains a lot about how we've stuck together. [ considering! you know. lack of senses. ] If nothing else, I can smell you coming from a hundred li away.
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[He bathes so much! He loves baths. but he does seem calm at least now, pressed into him as much as he can, just focusing on the gentle touches and the feeling of pinprinks of claws against his skin.
he isn't used to this feeling. to any feelings like this. loss and rage and grief. it's as he's said - something of a charmed life until the moments here, and suddenly everything began to go downhill rapidly. something of a karmic exchange for daring to make a selfish wish.]
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Do you know, one of those donkeys at Hu Guo temple never bathes? Liao Ran, is his name. He's had the audacity to attempt to become friends with Chang Geng. [ tch. he makes a little bit of a face here - the light conversation makes it easy to do so. ] Kidnapped him off to Jiangnan Harbor, when I was off at the Northern Border, with surely nefarious purposes, to teach him poor hygiene and Buddhism.
[ like this is such a crime. this is such a crime! ]