[Video] Kazoo 16

[ayao]

Forgive me for being...selfish...

And I warn you, the subject matter of my question might be sensitive...

[But why not make this inquiry here rather than in his world where it would surely bring negative repercussions.]

What are your thoughts on two men being in a relationship? [He doesn't dare say married, but he is drawn to the idea.] Do you perceive it as...wrong? Should the men instead continue their respective lines with wives?

[Heirs are important. Yet can they not be had in other ways? Of course said ways are illegal and immoral in the land he knows.]

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[obliviouspatriarch]

[Perhaps it's a good thing Wei Wuxian hasn't yet connected that this is Meng Yao from a different world as he just blurts things out.]

Why would I think it's wrong when Lan Zhan and I are married? [A pause, then snort.] Jiang Cheng doesn't like that though.

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[ayao]

Jiang Cheng understands the laws that govern our society. We can't all be Wei Wuxian and Lan Wangji. [Nope, not bitter at all. Not one bit. See? Look at all of this non-bitterness.]

[obliviouspatriarch]

[A fluffy ear flicks as his face goes from a smirk to utterly confused by the wording, not to mention he knows his husband's courtesy name. The tone is less surprising.]

How do you know that name? I never said Lan Wangji. How do you know him? [Another pause, more things being realised.] And mine.

[ayao]

[Those...ears. They seem to fit Wuxian and yet...not. Meng Yao is feeling a headache blooming behind his eyes.]

You are speaking to Meng Yao, young lord.

[obliviouspatriarch]

[Did he hear that correctly, Meng Yao and not Jin Guangyao? That couldn't make any sense to him, but he's briefly seen Xue Yang alive in the other world already. As well as another him and now two more Lan Wangji? Absurd all the same.]

I haven't heard that name in a long time, the one you've used was Jin Guangyao in the time I remember.

[ayao]

[Anything is possible aboard this train! Meng Yao has learned that the hard way, though remarkably, he hasn't died.]

Yes, I know of my future. [And it fills him with disgust and dread.] I could apologize, but it would be meaningless.

[obliviouspatriarch]

[Something about this settles him, a chance to maybe do things differently? To do better, even. It both rubs him a little wrong, but at the same time he's willing to see that happen.]

It wouldn't be meaningless if you don't take that same path. [A pause, then a lighter tone. There had to be a reason for this question in the first place.] Who is it?

[ayao]

[Death is meaningless aboard the train - he would just return - and he can hardly disappear. So this is the next best option. Perhaps?]

I have no intention of following that road. [Said path frightens him and he pales at the question, ducking his head.] I would tell you in private.

[obliviouspatriarch]

Then those apologies will mean something, maybe accepted by those who were hurt by you.

[Anything was possible, wasn't it? He'd give anything to change events of his own past to be forgiven. But, told that in private? It must be someone important.]

Very well, where should I find you?

[ayao]

I can only hope and pray.

[And he does both with every fiber of his being and every spare second of his time. Meng Yao closes his eyes and steadies himself.]

The kitchen. I am making tea. There is no one here with me.

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[obliviouspatriarch]

I'll be there shortly then.

[True to his word, Wuxian arrives not too long after, having been in the standard car when he'd answered. He's managed to take a few breaths, reminding himself that he shouldn't act rashly no matter what the kitsune says to him.]

Is there enough to share?

[Polite conversation before jumping into it all, and there was no alcohol around, so talking over tea would do just fine.]

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[ayao]

Yes. [He pours them both a cup and sets a small pot of honey on the table in case Wei Wuxian needs his sweetened.] It is a fruit blend. The flavor is lighter and I find myself craving it more than the floral varieties.

[Meng Yao is stalling. Do you see him stalling?]

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[weifinder]

Maaah, what, you're married too?!

( Look, it's your taller, handsomer, never left his original body self, who is blinking on camera and pointing at the screen. )

Why does no one tell me these things, ah? So sad, always learning like this...

( He'd be outraged but he's more Entirely Amused. He was right! Total confirmation! Sure, he could have asked, but where's the fun in that? )

Poke me on discord if you need me to fix anything

[obliviouspatriarch]

You mean you're not? You didn't marry Lan Zhan yet?

[He pauses, staring straight at the other version of himself in his original body, and thinks for a moment. Maybe this him is before he died?]

Wait a minute, you look like me before I died and came back... Has he even kissed you yet on Phoenix Mountain?

[Because THAT'S the thing to ask your other self in this when that wasn't learned until after coming back to life.]

hit f for poor wei wuxian

[weifinder]

( Now he's just spluttering, what in the world is any of this?! )

You, you, you! What do you mean, yet?! And what nonsense about what mountain! I've never been ki—

( Abort that sentence immediately, sub in with: )

I think I'd know if I'd been kissed on Phoenix Mountain! The only one fumbling around there was that pea... Jin Zixuan, confessing he invited shijie then running away like a child would.

[obliviouspatriarch]

Wait wait wait-- don't tell me, you haven't confessed to him yet that you want to sleep with him?

[Classy. He's nearly doubling over laughing at this, even more so at the correction of calling Jin Zixuan by name.]

Weren't you also blindfolded the whole time, and got kissed by someone fiercely? He's a peacock, just say it!

[weifinder]

What? What are you talking about!?

( He doesn't even sound offended, he sounds outright confused. )

For one, I was only blindfolded when... making a point about the war captives the Jins were using as living target shields, and of course he's a peacock, but he's shijie's peacock and he made her happy so he's also our peacock.

( Who, as far as he knows, they both got killed. )

What kissing, what confessing, who wants to sleep with who?! Are you supposed to confess these things?! We've shared beds while traveling, that's not worth announcing!

[obliviouspatriarch]

[The laughing ends abruptly the moment he hears about the Jins using war captives as live target shields, stomach dropping because the only people he can even consider for that were the Wens. Perhaps the very same Wens he went out of his way to save.]

War captives as... Living targets? Were they Wen Qing's people?

[He sure as hell hopes he's wrong about that as a snort at Jin Zixuan being their peacock, as if they had joint custody of him.]

She could have done better!
Are you telling me you aren't in love with Lan Zhan?! What happened where you're from... Wait don't tell me, you're in love with Mianmian then!

[weifinder]

Not those ones. Her branch was taken elsewhere.

( It isn't a pleasant memory, and thus he skimps the details, leaving it at that. The other accusation, or two accusations, has him choke and then capable of just: )

You! You! Haven't you met her daughter? And her husband?!

( Not saying anything about Lan Zhan it is DISTRACTION TIME be distracted by INFORMATION, OTHER SELF! )

[obliviouspatriarch]

[The urge to press the other is high, but can tell that the sudden switch and shock is a deflection. That's another version of himself after all, deflection is what any version of him does best, no? There was always another, less public, time to fish for that information.

So he just starts cackling like a lunatic. Fitting for the body he's inhabiting.]

Yes yes! By what you say, she has little Mianmian then?

[He'll just omit how he had met the woman and her child again, having far too little regrets in that regard.]

[weifinder]

( Takes himself to know himself on the count of How He Feels, and how he dodgerolls talking about how he feels. It's not like he's worth it, so.

He snorts, staying on the Mianmian train. )

Little Mianmian with all the congratulatory money Lan Zhan could supply. Nice farmer husband, too, she's all the muscle and he's all the, ah, tilling? ... Their front yard was well kept!