[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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[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?]