[Because Dan Feng's sole purpose in life is to make any Jing Yuan's life extremely hard, there's no noise when he comes in. His only clue would be the faint sound of someone choking, from one of the drawers, as he passes by.]
[Oh, that's not pleasant. Jing Yuan could just open the drawer regardless, but he elects to be a shit, since Dan Feng is alive enough to text him deranged shit.
He knocks on the drawer and puts on his cutest affectionate voice.]
Good evening~! Can my darling Dan Feng-gege come out to play?
Once the bag is unzipped, he'll see, for a moment, what the choking sounds were: it's Dan Feng trying to scream with a nonexistent voice that was taken as payment for his revival, and he's been at it for what seems like a good long time, judging from how the blood has crusted at the corners of his mouth, from where he's bitten his tongue. He's been scratching at his own throat too, long gouges of red from soft under-jaw to collarbone, crimson under his fingernails.
It's only for a moment, because once Dan Feng's eyes focus on Jing Yuan, he's immediately going to lunge upwards to attack him.]
[The problem with surprise homicidal attacks from a morgue drawer is that a) you don't get that great of leverage and b) usually you are partially dead from whatever put you in said morgue drawer.
Dan Feng learns this very quickly, ensconced in Jing Yuan's arms like an angry cat, and promptly discards this lesson by trying to bite Jing Yuan's shoulder. The air in the morgue is already damp and cold, but there's the telltale sea-brine smell of Dan Feng's cloudhymn gathering. (Which he can't really do much with, after being dehydrated for a day. But he sure is trying.)]
[He is able to bite through, and he gnaws a little bit, teething more than wanting to inflict injury. His fangs get stuck in the fabric of Jing Yuan's jacket and he squirms as he tries to free himself, hoping Jing Yuan won't notice.]
[Sorry, too busy using his hands to gently (he doesn't actually want to destroy the collar, because it looks really good on Jing Yuan) untangle himself... after much squirming, he is free. He is not looking at Jing Yuan as he starts to sign.]
I can do it myself. [He tries to sit up properly, fails, and slumps against Jing Yuan.] Give me a minute.
[It's going to be a couple of minutes, because Dan Feng turns his face into Jing Yuan's chest, and falls quiet, breath hitching, as he starts to silently cry.]
[Jing Yuan simply stands there with Dan Feng in his arms, carding the fingers of one hand through his hair and rubbing small circles into his back with the other. He doesn't mind letting him cry it out. Frankly, Dan Feng deserves a good honest cry. He deserves about 10,000 of them actually, so Jing Yuan will be quiet and let him have it.]
[He tapers off fairly quickly, but when he pulls back and taps hands against Jing Yuan's chest, he leans in to kiss the corner of his mouth. He fumbles through the hand signs of love/hate/lion/general/need before giving up and just signing:]
[Oh no he's being genuinely romantic. Jing Yuan's not expecting it and thus he freezes and his cheeks turn a brilliant shade of pink before he gives Dan Feng the softest and most affectionate of smiles in return.]
...Of course. I will be here for you as long as I am allowed.
[This is so different. In all the years of his life (not-life?), Dan Feng had never doted on someone like this; it was never an option for Yingxing, and by the time he'd pulled together enough of himself to remember to be Dan Feng again, every encounter with his Jing Yuan had been tinged with malice that did not allow for adoration.
It feels strange, the way his chest warms, the way he wants to keep Jing Yuan smiling like that.]
Perhaps one day I will really see you in red. [Whether he means in wedding robes or covered in blood remains to be seen. Dan Feng leans up again to nip at his jaw, before squirming to stand, clutching at Jing Yuan's elbow.]
[He's choosing to take the nicer interpretation. Sometimes you must simply decide that things are fine.]
One day... you probably will.
[He rewards that nip with a quick kiss to Dan Feng's temple, then takes a small step back to help him dismount the drawer. He's not helping more than he needs to, since dan Feng expressed wanting to do it himself, but he lets his elbow be used as a steadying brace, and is ready to step in if he's otherwise needed.]
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y ou dont wwwa nt me
yingx ing doesn't wantt me
why wont anh one
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Marriage, however, seems a little too soon.
Are you still in the morgue?
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I will be there to help you in just a moment.
[He has entered the morgue! After maybe 20 seconds he starts tapping on drawers.]
Dan Feng? Are you in here?
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He knocks on the drawer and puts on his cutest affectionate voice.]
Good evening~! Can my darling Dan Feng-gege come out to play?
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The choking sounds abruptly stop, replaced by the sounds of - violent scrabbling, at canvas?]
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He pulls the drawer out and goes to unzip the back before Dan Feng can break a nail.]
So you are in here.
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Once the bag is unzipped, he'll see, for a moment, what the choking sounds were: it's Dan Feng trying to scream with a nonexistent voice that was taken as payment for his revival, and he's been at it for what seems like a good long time, judging from how the blood has crusted at the corners of his mouth, from where he's bitten his tongue. He's been scratching at his own throat too, long gouges of red from soft under-jaw to collarbone, crimson under his fingernails.
It's only for a moment, because once Dan Feng's eyes focus on Jing Yuan, he's immediately going to lunge upwards to attack him.]
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Breathe, Dan Feng. You're not trapped anymore.
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Dan Feng learns this very quickly, ensconced in Jing Yuan's arms like an angry cat, and promptly discards this lesson by trying to bite Jing Yuan's shoulder. The air in the morgue is already damp and cold, but there's the telltale sea-brine smell of Dan Feng's cloudhymn gathering. (Which he can't really do much with, after being dehydrated for a day. But he sure is trying.)]
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Behave yourself, please. Don't you want to leave this place?
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THAT ASIDE, he notices Dan Feng getting stuck, but refrains from commenting on it. Let him try to solve it on his own first...]
Shall I take you home?
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I can do it myself. [He tries to sit up properly, fails, and slumps against Jing Yuan.] Give me a minute.
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[For now he's just going to pet this horrid old man.]
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Thank you. [He smiles, and then signs:] My sun.
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...Of course. I will be here for you as long as I am allowed.
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It feels strange, the way his chest warms, the way he wants to keep Jing Yuan smiling like that.]
Perhaps one day I will really see you in red. [Whether he means in wedding robes or covered in blood remains to be seen. Dan Feng leans up again to nip at his jaw, before squirming to stand, clutching at Jing Yuan's elbow.]
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One day... you probably will.
[He rewards that nip with a quick kiss to Dan Feng's temple, then takes a small step back to help him dismount the drawer. He's not helping more than he needs to, since dan Feng expressed wanting to do it himself, but he lets his elbow be used as a steadying brace, and is ready to step in if he's otherwise needed.]