( more muffled, sleepy chatter, but a distinct lack of anything but papers fluttering about. when his sleepy mumbles return to Lan Zhan's clarity, it's along the lines of: )
No, no, 'smore like... bouncing. Like a prancy rabbit.
( to which he makes the hand motion that only Jiang Cheng can see. hop, hop, hopping. bunny! angry rabbit, have you met those hind legs? eesh. )
( he's in full, understandable rant about Wangji. a yawn, shifting
as he sits up to better watch and listen... while keeping his pendant
shoved into pillow. muffled city, before it's brought up to hear him
say: )
( husbae he's so confused over here, it's too early to keep up with jiang cheng's brain leaps, where's his tea? or more adrenaline rushes, the first one's wearing off. )
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( S i g h. )
He is present and imperiling your bodily welfare?
( aka expressing affection in the way of Yunmeng? )
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No, no, 'smore like... bouncing. Like a prancy rabbit.
( to which he makes the hand motion that only Jiang Cheng can see. hop, hop, hopping. bunny! angry rabbit, have you met those hind legs? eesh. )
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( Much salt due for imminemt consumption. )
You ever enjoy sharing beds.
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Think that's more you, husband.
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You need not indulge him.
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( deliberately missed point, or barely awake missed point? )
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The day has stirred. Wake.
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'Snot even dawn!
( his continued mumbled defense, not snappy, but still coming in return. )
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Oh, he's entertained.
( he's in full, understandable rant about Wangji. a yawn, shifting as he sits up to better watch and listen... while keeping his pendant shoved into pillow. muffled city, before it's brought up to hear him say: )
You're too good at dry cuts, husband.
( then back to muffled! )
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( a sigh, and then: )
He'd murder you?!
( husbae he's so confused over here, it's too early to keep up with jiang cheng's brain leaps, where's his tea? or more adrenaline rushes, the first one's wearing off. )