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[laughitoff]

[makes an ungodly hideous offended noise and flops down on the grave in full defeat]

[strikingchords]

What.

[laughitoff]

I don't know! Why are you like this.

[strikingchords]

[sits up even straighter somehow, as neutrally imperious as he's ever been, fingers digging into the turf; Wei Wuxian's mind's eye can see the unyielding lines of his face in his set shoulders as clearly as if he was looking at him.]

If you dislike it, it is fine. They were to drink.

[ah. ah.]

[laughitoff]

[WAILS AT THE TOP OF HIS LUNGS]

I don't dislike it!

[strikingchords]

[freezes again]

[laughitoff]

I don't! Why didn't you tell me?!

[strikingchords]

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[strikingchords]

[abruptly]

I do not want thanks.

[laughitoff]

Huh?

[strikingchords]

[there's some kind of raw snarling stubbornness here; he doesn't raise his voice but the words are almost dragged out of him. his back's still straight but the insubstantial outline of tensed wings is half-mantled over his shoulders. his fingers are claws again in the sod.]

Not necessary. It is no favor. Did not ask. Need not apologize.

I wanted to.

[laughitoff]

[we are nearly at 'only dogs can hear this' pitch]

Why did you want to!?

[strikingchords]

[in tones suffused with extreme critical mutiny]

I am permitted.

[the wings are gone again]

[laughitoff]

Then why aren't I permitted to be grateful!? Even if you just did it because you wanted to! If that's a Lan rule it makes no sense!

[ROLLS AROUND ANGRILY IN THE DIRT]

[strikingchords]

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[the claws are gone too now. mulishly:]

Gratitude may be burdensome. Or insincere.

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Just say.

If you like it. Or not.

[laughitoff]

[a teakettle noise]

It's neither! I dislike that! But I like the milkshakes!

[strikingchords]

Good.

[TINY HUFF]












And, return my recipe.

[laughitoff]

No! I ate it!

[strikingchords]

[TURNS TO STARE AT HIM INCREDULOUSLY]

[laughitoff]

[yips at him]

So there!

[strikingchords]

Stealing is forbidden.

Copy Conduct ten times.

[laughitoff]

No.

[strikingchords]

Then, take responsibility.

[laughitoff]

How?

[strikingchords]

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Come out.

[that was a distinct, faintly hesitant note, not quite putting the statement into question mark territory but perceptibly closer than usual. looking slightly aside as he says it]