[Oh my god? He. Laughs. Really hard? And then reaches over and tries to grab the bottle back from him, tail swishing back and forth. From the question? Who’s to say.]
Why, do you think I look like I’ve made any? [Making a `yuck` face.] Same as any other baby, I assume: delivered by a stork to my loving parents doorstep.
[ just to be a shit, he holds it a bit out of the way, leaning backwards and grinning like a fool - gu yun's not exactly tall so this is completely ineffective, but that's fine. molly can have the bottle eventually, though. ]
Do you think I have? [ made babies? made tiefling babies? up to reader interpretation. ] Mine was delivered by a couple of wolves. Must be a cultural thing.
[This is totally ineffective except to just allow him to flirtatiously lean in close over him, the jewelry off of his horns brushing lightly against Gu Yun’s face, red eyes locked with his
then one hand comes up and smacks him lightly on the cheek while he grabs the bottle and retreats back to his seat across from him.]
To answer your question, tieflings come from other tieflings. Whatever is in our blood is fairly strong. Think even if your other parent is something else, you’ll always come out a tiefling. Don’t know about myself, personally, I was a foundling.
--just kidding. the light smack gets a peal of laughter out of him, this time, shitty and pleased with himself. the worst! absolutely the worst. gu yun holds both of his hands up in surrender for the bottle, though, still snickering as they get resettled.
a foundling, hm - a bit more serious. ] So was Chang Geng. [ his ward, though that feels quite obvious. ] Makes for a person who has been through many hardships, but a good person, nonetheless.
[Taking a long swig, snickering to himself too. The worst? The fucking worst.]
Your— what was it? Ward? [Tilting his head for a moment.] I’m sure it can’t be all that bad. You seem responsible. I can think of worse things than to be under your care.
[He pauses, taking a slower drink this time, toying with the front of his shirt, where the scars run across his chest and up the length of his neck.]
And it wasn’t all that terrible for me. I was raised by [a beat] a halfling couple, in the Empire. They were kind and attentive enough, but of course, growing up behorned and lavender in a town like that leads to scrutiny. I ran away and joined the circus when I was a teenager. I fit in much better there, you see.
[ somewhere chang geng looking into the camera like he's on the fucking office ]
Oh, thank you. I think. [ a bit tongue in cheek, there. ] I hope he'd agree.
[ haha
anyway. gu yun watches his hands, for a moment, observant as ever, tracing over the scars before his eyes flick back up to his face. ] Makes sense to me. You must've been all over the place - any particular sights to see? I love a good story.
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Why, do you think I look like I’ve made any? [Making a `yuck` face.] Same as any other baby, I assume: delivered by a stork to my loving parents doorstep.
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Do you think I have? [ made babies? made tiefling babies? up to reader interpretation. ] Mine was delivered by a couple of wolves. Must be a cultural thing.
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[This is totally ineffective except to just allow him to flirtatiously lean in close over him, the jewelry off of his horns brushing lightly against Gu Yun’s face, red eyes locked with his
then one hand comes up and smacks him lightly on the cheek while he grabs the bottle and retreats back to his seat across from him.]
To answer your question, tieflings come from other tieflings. Whatever is in our blood is fairly strong. Think even if your other parent is something else, you’ll always come out a tiefling. Don’t know about myself, personally, I was a foundling.
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--just kidding. the light smack gets a peal of laughter out of him, this time, shitty and pleased with himself. the worst! absolutely the worst. gu yun holds both of his hands up in surrender for the bottle, though, still snickering as they get resettled.
a foundling, hm - a bit more serious. ] So was Chang Geng. [ his ward, though that feels quite obvious. ] Makes for a person who has been through many hardships, but a good person, nonetheless.
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Your— what was it? Ward? [Tilting his head for a moment.] I’m sure it can’t be all that bad. You seem responsible. I can think of worse things than to be under your care.
[He pauses, taking a slower drink this time, toying with the front of his shirt, where the scars run across his chest and up the length of his neck.]
And it wasn’t all that terrible for me. I was raised by [a beat] a halfling couple, in the Empire. They were kind and attentive enough, but of course, growing up behorned and lavender in a town like that leads to scrutiny. I ran away and joined the circus when I was a teenager. I fit in much better there, you see.
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Oh, thank you. I think. [ a bit tongue in cheek, there. ] I hope he'd agree.
[ haha
anyway. gu yun watches his hands, for a moment, observant as ever, tracing over the scars before his eyes flick back up to his face. ] Makes sense to me. You must've been all over the place - any particular sights to see? I love a good story.