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JING YUAN | 7xx | XIANZHOU LUOFU

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[ jing yuan had debated on the invitation for one long moment, hesitant to further open a can of space worms he's tightly sealed for the past seven hundred years. and while he and dan feng had mostly come to an understanding the last time they'd seen each other, there's still much to speak about, much to discuss about everything. his feelings, for one, many of which have been neatly tied and buried deep within the recesses of his heart, have been unearthed and scattered in the wind, pieces of which he needed to pick up.

he follows the directions given to him, double-checking that the address is correct, before knocking on the door. he still wears his "uniform" for the cafe, a neat but modern ensemble that reminds him of the uniforms back in the artisanship commission. not entirely uncomfortable, but it's certainly a new experience.

age may be a number, but he's no longer the young man he once used to be, open to more adventurous and exciting things like dressing up for certain occasions. working at the cafe is at least refreshing, much more invigorating than sitting behind his desk at the seat of divine foresight.

in any case, he waits for the door to open, fingers tapping a gentle rhythm against the small box in his hands. ]

text; un: yinyuejun

[loong]

Do you have a moment, Jing Yuan?

text / @Cloud-Piercing Spear

[datas]

[ after three hours of contemplating probably- ]

General, would you happen to have a moment?

a short time after the plant monster;

[loong]

[ den feng, apparently, is too selfish to give jing yuan space. to keep his distance. he loves him too much to sacrifice what brief time they have here together, even if it may be best for jing yuan.

even now, after all this time.. dan feng has not learned. he still prioritizes his own needs, and right now - right now he needs jing yuan, needs to know that he is safe and well, needs to see his face, his gentle eyes. so this afternoon he arrives, a small parcel in one arm, and knocks lightly on the door. ]