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[Dan Feng gives him a look of .. . Surprise? Huh?]

Do you want... to sit together?

[tips his head just slightly.]

You don't?

[He'd had these before with Yingxing, but always with the wine between them; it was improper, no matter how much he wanted.]

I, um. [He scrambles to drape his own blankets on Dan Heng, then curls up against his side, so they're both under several layers of warmth, tails twined together, less man and more dragon.] Is this all right?

[dan heng welcomes him, slipping an arm around dan feng's waist along with more generalized snuggling and tailtangling.]

Yes. It's good.

We should make a proper nest like this, sometime.

Mm. You'll show me how?

You do not find it odd? That we have such base instincts?

I'm not very in touch with mine. But such things are vestigial, yes?

Correct, much like our cycles and such.

[He reaches for the alcohol- some cheap beers, and two bottles of really shit vodka.

A very cold hand also insinuates itself up the back of Dan Heng's clothes.]

[tiny grimace. is it the mention of cycles or the very cold hand? unclear. but he reaches for a beer.]

The fertility of the Vidyadhara wasn't lost naturally, but rather an exchange, so it makes sense for there to be holdovers, especially in those who have changed the least from that time.

[He reaches for a beer, too, grimacing at the carbonation, but drinking it all the same.]

I. [He starts, quiet, curling that cold hand around Dan Heng's hip.] I could have restored it. That fertility. That night.

[ah

fuck]

It's... better not to think about what could have been.

[leaning into him just a little more]

[Luckily Dan Feng is an easy guy (specifically for Dan Heng and one (1) other person), so he's easily distracted as he snuggles further into his warmth.]

That game was really awful. Awful.