[That's fine because Sunny is butting up against Jiang Cheng's heels now. Do not ignore her. Give her pets. She did good she deserves pets this is how it works.
Jin Ling goes with barely any resistance, hugging back tightly and making a pained little noise in the back of his throat. Inside his head, Casper relaxes, the blanket of their presence slipping a touch. You'll be all right, kid. You've got a good uncle here.
The very best.]
You and—Hanguang-jun? [They're friends now?? He supposes he ought not to be so surprised. He doesn't recall a Jiang Cheng as his jiujiu in this life, but there is a picture of Uncle Ying in one of the old family photo albums. What was true then isn't quite the same now.
Still. Still. This is his jiujiu.]
...they never said anything to me. They never—the only other cultivator I knew for sure was from our past lives was Wen stupid fucking Chao. If I'd known you were out there I would've—I would've left sooner!
[And it would've been fine, because apparently, just a month or two after he clawed his way out of a burial he didn't want with a ghost riding in the back of his head, the rebellion had kicked right off in earnest.]
They—They picked me up when I was sixteen. I was sleeping over at a friend's and we were making a midnight bodega run. And—some yao, I don't remember what, came out at us and I just—I did the first thing that came to mind.
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Jin Ling goes with barely any resistance, hugging back tightly and making a pained little noise in the back of his throat. Inside his head, Casper relaxes, the blanket of their presence slipping a touch. You'll be all right, kid. You've got a good uncle here.
The very best.]
You and—Hanguang-jun? [They're friends now?? He supposes he ought not to be so surprised. He doesn't recall a Jiang Cheng as his jiujiu in this life, but there is a picture of Uncle Ying in one of the old family photo albums. What was true then isn't quite the same now.
Still. Still. This is his jiujiu.]
...they never said anything to me. They never—the only other cultivator I knew for sure was from our past lives was Wen stupid fucking Chao. If I'd known you were out there I would've—I would've left sooner!
[And it would've been fine, because apparently, just a month or two after he clawed his way out of a burial he didn't want with a ghost riding in the back of his head, the rebellion had kicked right off in earnest.]
They—They picked me up when I was sixteen. I was sleeping over at a friend's and we were making a midnight bodega run. And—some yao, I don't remember what, came out at us and I just—I did the first thing that came to mind.
And one of them saw.