We are not friends. [wangji doesn't have friends and even if he did, they are not so familiar and have not established such a thing.
yet, here he is, not pushing the fox away as it leans into him. it is warm, he must admit. which is nice considering that he himself is often cold and in need of the warmth of his kind or a bask in the sunlight.
the flush grows.] our storms are not because of wailing.[which, oops. he's revealed too much.]
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yet, here he is, not pushing the fox away as it leans into him. it is warm, he must admit. which is nice considering that he himself is often cold and in need of the warmth of his kind or a bask in the sunlight.
the flush grows.] our storms are not because of wailing.[which, oops. he's revealed too much.]