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A violent snow dances in the swirling wind
[Zhongli had never been particularly fond of Mondstadt's weather. It was a stark contrast to the ever-temperate climate of Liyue. The relentless chill in the air, the gusty winds that cut through his layers of clothing, it all felt foreign to him. He pulls his coat tighter, seeking refuge in the warmth it provides. He couldn't help but wonder how the people of Mondstadt managed to cope with this daily.
As he gazes up at the snowy hills of Dragonspine that loom over the lodging, he recalls the stories the Traveler had shared, tales of a thrumming heart buried within the tallest mountain. It's an idea that has been etched into his mind ever since, a concept that captivates his very being. He can't help but think of it as if it resonates with the depths of his soul.
With a sigh, Zhongli begins to unpack his sparse belongings, silently marvelling at the novelty of it all. Travelling with a small suitcase was an unusual experience for him, a reminder of the human existence he had chosen to embrace after retiring from his position as the Geo Archon.
The snow outside makes him shiver involuntarily, a spine-tingling idea of the biting cold outside. But as frigid as the air must be, it's not as chilling as the presence of his new roommate, Neuvillette.
Zhongli has observed Neuvillette from a distance, graceful and enigmatic. Familiar, in a way, and yet entirely foreign. He had not expected the Chief Justice of Fontaine to look fondly upon him—in fact, he had no expectations at all except how great and fair the Iudex is. However, he can't help but note how much of a contrast to his own essence he may be, one that exudes the warmth of earth and stone. As he unpacks his belongings, he can't help but feel a certain unease in the room, a tension that seems to emanate from the silent figure across from him.
Why Venti had suddenly decided to room them both together is beyond him. Venti had merely narrowed his eyes in mirth, tittering as he mentioned something about sturdiness, keeping his tangential and vague whenever he wishes to escape from between Zhongli's fingers.
The blizzard outside begins to intensify, the relentless howling of the wind making itself known, A sudden reminder that perhaps, isolation is frequent in this place. Zhongli glances at the window, his eyes narrowing as he senses something beneath the turmoil of the blizzard, a heartbeat, a pulse of something ancient and powerful. In the midst of the storm, he wonders if he's the only one who can feel it, the hidden heart of Dragonspine, echoing through the very foundations of their temporary shelter.]
As he gazes up at the snowy hills of Dragonspine that loom over the lodging, he recalls the stories the Traveler had shared, tales of a thrumming heart buried within the tallest mountain. It's an idea that has been etched into his mind ever since, a concept that captivates his very being. He can't help but think of it as if it resonates with the depths of his soul.
With a sigh, Zhongli begins to unpack his sparse belongings, silently marvelling at the novelty of it all. Travelling with a small suitcase was an unusual experience for him, a reminder of the human existence he had chosen to embrace after retiring from his position as the Geo Archon.
The snow outside makes him shiver involuntarily, a spine-tingling idea of the biting cold outside. But as frigid as the air must be, it's not as chilling as the presence of his new roommate, Neuvillette.
Zhongli has observed Neuvillette from a distance, graceful and enigmatic. Familiar, in a way, and yet entirely foreign. He had not expected the Chief Justice of Fontaine to look fondly upon him—in fact, he had no expectations at all except how great and fair the Iudex is. However, he can't help but note how much of a contrast to his own essence he may be, one that exudes the warmth of earth and stone. As he unpacks his belongings, he can't help but feel a certain unease in the room, a tension that seems to emanate from the silent figure across from him.
Why Venti had suddenly decided to room them both together is beyond him. Venti had merely narrowed his eyes in mirth, tittering as he mentioned something about sturdiness, keeping his tangential and vague whenever he wishes to escape from between Zhongli's fingers.
The blizzard outside begins to intensify, the relentless howling of the wind making itself known, A sudden reminder that perhaps, isolation is frequent in this place. Zhongli glances at the window, his eyes narrowing as he senses something beneath the turmoil of the blizzard, a heartbeat, a pulse of something ancient and powerful. In the midst of the storm, he wonders if he's the only one who can feel it, the hidden heart of Dragonspine, echoing through the very foundations of their temporary shelter.]
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It appears so, [he replies, a faint note of puzzlement in his voice.] Odd, isn't it? One would think that in such a snowy place, the owners might have left more provisions for warmth. Perhaps they did not anticipate the cabin being rented so promptly.
[Or a certain Bard had other plans in mind. Who knows what goes on in his head at this point.
A subtle creaking sound interrupts their conversation. Zhongli's gaze shifts upward, noting the ageing wooden beams overhead. The weight of the accumulating snow is evident in the subtle groans and creaks of the cabin roof.]
It seems the snow is thickening above us, [Zhongli remarks, a touch of concern in his voice.] If it continues, we may need to remain in place for quite a while until the snow relents. We should consider all possibilities to ensure our comfort and safety during this unexpected stay.
[And then, a slight sigh.] I'm not sure where the others are resting, but I hope they're in a better predicament than ours.
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I don't know about the others, but Lady Furina mentioned that she would be lodging in Qingce Village. She's probably satisfying her sweet tooth with local delicacies at this very moment.
[ Neuvillette really wishes he was in Qingce right now, by her side where he belongs. He has only seen illustrations of the terraced fields of flowers there, but he imagines that mere drawings do not accurately convey their beauty and would like to see them with his own eyes. Qingce also has the best water in all of Liyue... though, to be fair, the bar isn't exactly high when most water from south of Bishui Plain has an unpleasant aftertaste of metals and sulfuric acid caused by all the mining in the region. The closer to the Chasm, the worse the water tastes. Another thing to judge Morax for, in the highly unlikely event of his full power returning to him.
Once they get out of here, he will be giving that bard some stern words about his poor choice of lodging. If Wangshu Inn was fully booked, why not arrange lodgings for all of them in Qingce instead of separating them? The village is a retirement spot for the elderly, surely there's plenty of room for a group. But he'll think about what he's going to say to Venti later; he has more important things to deal with right now. ]
...If the idea does not make you uncomfortable, we should share the bed. Two bodies will conserve heat more than one.
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Qingce Village truly is a remarkable place. [His voice takes on a nostalgic tone as he begins to explain the village's charms.] Lady Furina is in a much better place than we are. I hope she enjoys the golden hues of the setting sun, there. I find it quite a unique sight, especially with the chatter of villagers when they begin to settle in for the night.
[He catches himself, realizing that he might be veering into unnecessary detail.] Apologies, [Zhongli says with a faint smile, acknowledging his tendency to get carried away.] I tend to ramble when it comes to the beauty of places I hold dear.
[And the ones he does have a soft spot for. He often visits Qingce to see old friends and their progeny. Ah—Neuvillette's proposal to share the bed draws Zhongli's attention back to the present, and for a moment, he is surprised by the suggestion. However, considering the biting cold and the limited provisions, he soon considers the practicality of the idea. After a thoughtful pause, Zhongli nods.]
That is a pragmatic solution. If it's agreeable to you, then it is to me. Though, [he pauses, a slight slant to his eyebrows giving way to a frown.] I hope it won't make you uncomfortable. I understand the value of personal space.
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[ It's not ideal at all, but it's not like he has much choice in the matter. They're trapped in a cabin with a howling blizzard outside and a limited quantity of food and firewood inside. Pragmatism is the only way ahead, especially if it takes a long time before the weather relents and slows to a mild scatter of flecks. But if things take a turn for the worse, Zhongli's wellbeing should take priority, even at the expense of his own—although Neuvillette can't quite tell what manner of creature he is other than not a human or a true dragon, it's not unreasonable to assume that he is a being more fragile than himself. ]
Your words paint quite the picture of Qingce Village and take my attention away from the cold, somewhat. [ So he can't say he minds his rambling; he'll gladly take anything that helps him think about other things. The timbre of his voice is rather pleasant to listen to, as well. ]
I hope I get the chance to visit the village before it's time to return to Fontaine.
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Oh? [He can't help but be slightly encouraged.] I happen to have a good memory for stories, and I've had plenty of opportunities to travel. If you wish me to continue, I would be happy to.
[There's something on a wall, a carving in the wood from perhaps an adventurer who had been previously lodged here. Perhaps two, if the heart shape around the two initials says anything. Zhongli observes the shifting flames in the fireplace, casting dancing shadows across the groves. Neuvillette's pragmatism recognises the necessity of the situation. However, he can't shake a lingering concern for his companion's comfort.] If at any point you find the arrangement uncomfortable, please don't hesitate to let me know. Your well-being is of utmost importance, and we can explore alternative solutions, [Zhongli offers, his amber eyes reflecting genuine concern.] Our circumstances are not ideal, but we can make the best of it. Let us bask in the warmth for a while longer and then settle on the bed. It will be evening quite soon, I believe.
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I agree. This situation is far from ideal, but we ought to make the best of the situation we've been handed. A negative outlook will not improve our circumstances. [ It's spoken as he observes the way the dancing flames cast jittery shadows across the planes of Zhongli's face and make the amber of his eyes glint like a spark struck from flint. They don't catch one's attention the way Lady Furina does with her heterochromatic eyes with pupils like teardrops, but they are striking nonetheless. ]
Please, do continue; I am greatly interested in hearing more. In return, perhaps you would like to hear about some of Fontaine's unusual laws?
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Fontaine's unusual laws, you say? Consider me intrigued. [Zhongli's tone holds a mix of amusement and genuine curiosity. Not so much because of Fontaine's rigid red tape system, which is infamous all across Teyvat, but the feelings of the one person who is said to be the axis of the whole system regarding it.] Does the Chief Justice of Fontaine find certain laws within his jurisdiction peculiar?
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Two months ago, a law banning restaurants from serving pineapple on pizza was implemented. I personally found it pointless, but Lady Furina insisted on going forward with it; her reasoning for it is that the juices damage the structural integrity of the slice and create an unpleasant contrast between sweet and savory.
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Pineapple on pizza, [Zhongli muses, a thoughtful expression on his face as he curls a finger in front of his chin.] How interesting of a choice for regulation. It appears Lady Furina has a very discerning palate. From what I know, the challenge lies not just in creating a dish that satisfies the taste buds but also in managing the practical aspects of the ingredients. The chef would need to be quite experienced and precise—allowing the juices to flow from the pineapple but not enough to soggy the dough and ruin the texture of the fruit. Hmm, they would be fighting the very same recipe, to an extent. Perhaps a very low heat, for around 4 hours, would do the trick.
[He tilts his head, considering the intricacies involved.] Perhaps that particular law is not merely about restriction but also about encouraging excellence and skill. Do you enjoy pineapple on pizza, Monsieur?
because he's the pizza archon
[ Compared to Lady Furina, Neuvillette is far less adventurous with food and he has never even been known to have given any sincere praise to the most renowned dishes made by the finest chefs in the land. On most days, he dines with Furina and eats whatever her personal chef has prepared for them that day, but when he isn't doing that he mostly eats soup (one of the few things he knows how to cook), or raw fish he keeps in a bucket in his fridge; as a creature of the sea, he does not have the palate of a human and vastly prefers fish, cephalopods, and other marine invertebrates over the majority of dishes humans typically consume. Pizza does not look appealing to him. ]
Personally, I don't see how this ban is of benefit to anyone. It would make more sense to ban alcohol, tobacco, or Fonta—a beverage known to cause kidney problems.
[ He is not exaggerating about the kidney problems. ]
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Ah, I see. [ Considering Neuvillette's dietary preferences, he smiles slightly.] Pizza is indeed a diverse and versatile dish. There's no universal agreement on what makes a perfect pizza. Perhaps you'll find one kind that's more to your taste if you're ever curious.
[The chief justice's practical and health-oriented perspective makes sense, and Zhongli appreciates it. It's thoughtful, and he understands wishing for people to be in their best of health.] You raise a valid point. Banning substances known for their adverse health effects might indeed have a more significant impact on the well-being of the populace. However, culinary preferences and dietary choices often have cultural and personal significance, and laws related to them can be subjective.
[He considers the matter further, leaning back and uncrossing and crossing his legs leisurely in front of the fire, enjoying the fire and adjusting his position on the cushion underneath him.] Do the laws undergo revisions often in Fontaine? Or not at all?
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[ Neuvillette knows that ideally, he should keep his knees pressed up against his chest to keep the heat loss to a minimum, but this position isn't a particularly comfortable one in to be in for more than a few minutes at a time—so when the man next to him crosses his legs, he finds himself stretching his own out, his calves tingling a little as circulation returns to them. He definitely isn't used to sitting on anything other than a cushy desk chair or the judge's seat in the Opera Epiclese.
Once Zhongli finishes adjusting his position on the cushion, the Iudex continues. ]
But given sheer size and complexity of Fontaine's legal system and its myriad rules, it can take years or decades for a law to be updated; some archaic laws are still on the books even though they should have been scrapped centuries ago.
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Ah, you have a rather intricate job in your hands, Monsieur, [he can't help but sigh at it, even if he remarks with a thoughtful smile.] It is a delicate balancing act of tradition and evolution. Even gods seem to have trouble with it, with what we know of them. Such endeavors must demand a careful examination of the societal fabric and an understanding of the changing of times. I must say, I do not envy your position but admire it nonetheless.
[He tilts his head, his amber eyes gleaming in the firelight.] I'm sure you have any memorable moments in your work. Perhaps for their uniqueness or perhaps their historical significance?
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[ Crossing one outstretched leg over the other, Neuvillette considers the question posed to him. He's handled tens of thousands of cases over these past centuries, with many of them standing out in one way or another. When it comes to historically significant cases, Vautrin standing trial for murder comes to mind—it was through his actions and Carole's self-sacrifice that the Melusines began to solidify their place in Fontainian society.
Ah, but perhaps that might be a little too dark to tell in front of a fireplace like this. He'll have to think of something less significant but still memorable in some fashion... ]
Sixty years ago, a man was charged with shooting another man in the stomach during a bar fight. His defense attorney, Beaussant, posited that victim had actually shot himself trying to withdraw his pistol while rising to stand. To prove his theory, Beaussant decided to give the court a visual demonstration of what he believed had happened. Selecting a pistol he believed to be unloaded, he then accidentally fired it into his abdomen as he pulled it out of his pocket.
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As Neuvillette recounts the events, Zhongli can't help but marvel at the intricacies of the human condition—the lengths to which individuals will go in the pursuit of truth and justice, or defend their own pride. Despite the seriousness of the situation, there's a certain irony in Beaussant's accidental self-inflicted wound, a twist of fate that adds layers of complexity to the narrative.
He sighs softly, a fleeting wish for a cup of tea to accompany this moment of shared storytelling crossing his mind. His gaze briefly drifts to the small kitchen in the corner of the cabin, contemplating the possibility of warming some water over the fire. However, the warmth of the fire and the enthralling tale being spun keep him rooted in his seat, fully immersed in the present moment.]
An accidental discharge in the courtroom, [Zhongli muses, his voice carrying a note of curiosity.] What happened next? Was Beaussant injured severely, or did the demonstration lead to a revelation in the case?
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[ He still remembers it clearly—Beaussant getting up on the stage, pistol in hand as he explained the sequence of events as he believed had occurred. Neuvillette had given him permission to proceed and watched him slide the firearm into his pocket. Seconds later, a loud gunshot cut through the air and everyone in the audience gasped as the man collapsed to his knees in agony, hand pressed against his abdomen in an attempt to stem the bleeding.
A member of the Gardes had been quick to administer first aid and he was then moved to the side room that had been converted into an infirmary for medical emergencies. The trial was suspended until immediately and Furina had simply watched in silence as the scene unfolded before her eyes; Neuvillette couldn't tell if she had been too shocked to say something, or if there was more to it.
Keeping his tone neutral, Neuvillette continues. ]
But although he was fatally wounded, his demonstration had proven his point and the defendant was acquitted of the charges brought against him.
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What a dramatic turn of events. [He shifts slightly on the cushion, his gaze returning to the dancing flames of the fire as he reflects on the implications of the story. The crackling of the fire fills the cabin with a comforting ambiance, enveloping them in its warmth while the snow raged outside. The sunset fills the snow at the peaks with orange light, gold, and reds. It's a beautiful scenery, and Zhongli can't help but appreciate it for a moment.]
Would you like some tea? [Zhongli inquires, his curiosity piqued.] I am curious as to how life proceeds after the trials in Fontaine. Do most people find themselves absolved of all suspicion, or do the trials leave a lasting impact on their reputation? I understand that the media are quite present in those, as well.
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(If convicted, however, the criminal record becomes like a millstone around the neck. Those who serve time in the Fortress of Meropide frequently find themselves unable to reintegrate with society and end up living in the sewers beneath the city.) ]
Tea would be lovely. [ There's the slightest curve to his lips as he nods. He may prefer water above all else, but Wriothesley has helped him cultivate a fondness for tea as well. ]
I brought a few bottles of water from Chenyu Vale. The high quality and purity of the springwater in the region should make it an excellent choice for tea brewing.
Now I wonder if he avoided him here lMAO
[The warmth in his voice rivals that of the fire before them.] Have you ever visited Chenyu Vale yourself? It's a place of incredible natural beauty and tranquillity, not to mention the source of some of the finest views this world has to offer.
I happen to have tea from the very same region. This is most fortuitous timing indeed. [He withdraws a small bag with herbs, and heads to the small stove at the corner of the cabin.] Would you be so kind as to bring the water, then?
GOOD QUESTION...
[ Perhaps one day he will consider actually taking a day off to go somewhere beyond Merusea Village or the opera house; with how busy he is carrying out his duties as the highest judge in the nation, it's unlikely that it will come anytime soon, however. Despite having lived for centuries in the human world, this ancient dragon still has reservations about actually engaging with it. He wouldn't even be in this cabin right now if Furina hadn't insisted on having him come along to the poetry festival. ]
Yes, of course—just give me a moment to retrieve it from my luggage. [ Blanket still wrapped tight around his shoulders, the Iudex stands up and steps over to where he'd left his leather trunk. After a few moments, he pulls out a glass bottle from a padded wooden box. (Furina had scolded him a bit for stopping to buy these bottles after getting off the boat at Yilong Wharf. "You're seriously going to lug those all the way to Bishui Plain?")
He too heads to the stove and after uncorking the bottle, he hands it over to Zhongli. ]
Damn, Venti, making peepaw unable to avoid the other peepaw
The beauty of Chenyu Vale is indeed remarkable. It's a rare sanctuary in our fast-moving times. [Does he sound proud? Loving? Maybe it's just a trick of his focus as he waits for the water to heat up.
He doesn't allow the water to reach a boil, knowing that the perfect temperature is crucial for brewing Chenyu Vale tea. The ideal heat must coax out the tea's delicate flavors without scalding the leaves. His eyes, reflecting the flicker of the stove's flame, monitor the water's tiny bubbles, indicators of the approaching moment.
As the water heats, Zhongli meticulously measures the tea leaves, opting for a precise quantity that promises a balanced infusion.]
I hope, in time, you find a moment to return and experience its wonders at a more leisurely pace. The world has much to offer beyond the confines of our duties. [Zhongli turns his attention to the cups. He understands that the vessel's temperature is as critical as the water's. With a practiced motion, he pours a small amount of the hot water into each cup, swirling it around to ensure the ceramic is warmed. This step, often overlooked, preserves the tea's warmth, ensuring that the first sip is as perfect as the last. He discards the warming water, and finally, places the measured quantities of tea into the cups.
With the water just shy of boiling, Zhongli gently pours it over the leaves. He does so in a circular motion, allowing the water to evenly cover the tea, encouraging a harmonious blend of water and leaf. As the infusion begins, a fragrant aroma fills the cabin, mingling with the crackling fire's warmth and the storm's muted roar outside.
Zhongli watches the leaves unfurl, timing the steep with an internal clock honed by centuries of practice. When the moment is right, he carefully pours the tea, ensuring an equal distribution of flavor in each cup.
He presents a cup to Neuvillette with a respectful nod.] Please.
venti, probably: he's your problem now, old man
It really is a fascinating process that goes far beyond just steeping tea leaves in hot water, he thinks to himself as Zhongli moves on to swirl the water he'd just poured into the cups. He makes a mental note to pass this part to Wriothesley next time they meet; he doesn't understand the importance of this step, but his friend might appreciate it nonetheless and start doing the same. ]
Thank you kindly, Monsieur. [ Taking the cup, the Iudex wraps his fingers around the handle and brings it to his mouth, watching the ripples chase across the surface when he blows on it before taking his first sip. The liquid coats his tongue and he closes his eyes for a moment to properly assess the taste. He definitely prefers water without the addition of leaves, but he does enjoy a good cup of tea as well. ]
It has a refreshing and smooth flavor, as though you've captured the essence of spring in a cup. The crispness of the water plays nicely against the tea, elevating the overall flavor profile.
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[He takes his own cup, feeling the warmth seep through the ceramic into his hands, a gentle reminder of the fire crackling nearby.] It is an excellent way to keep warm, not just from the chill outside, but also to warm the spirit within. [Zhongli allows himself a moment to savor the tea, the steam rising in gentle swirls before taking a thoughtful sip. The complex interplay of flavors unfolds across his palate, each sip as rewarding as the first.
To find a kindred spirit who appreciates these finer subtleties of flavor and life is a rare and cherished occurrence. Setting his cup down with a quiet reverence for the moment they're sharing, such experiences remind him of the beauty in the world, often overlooked in our pursuit of duty and responsibility. It's moments like these that enrich people's lives, providing a tranquil harbor amidst the tumult of their duties.
Perhaps Neuvillette feels the same.
He looks out towards the window, where the snow paints the world in hues of tranquillity and peace. There is warmth and richness to be found even in the coldest nights. It's a lesson that the essence of life is to savor these moments of calm and connection.
Zhongli turns back to Neuvillette. The weight of what he's about to say is not lost on him. Hopefully, the Iudex won't find the solemnity of it all garish.] I'm hoping we can share more cups in the future.
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(Still, his thoughts keep coming back to that aura of his. What exactly is Zhongli?) ]
If you ever decide to visit Fontaine, I would be delighted to share another cup with you.
[ Taking another sip, he likewise casts his gaze toward the window to watch the snow fall down in thick, unceasing flurries. In the distance, the sun is rapidly dipping below the horizon, its last embers spilling onto the land of desolation that is Dragonspine. ]
Have you been to Fontaine before? You mentioned earlier that you've had plenty of opportunities to travel.
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[He pauses, reflecting on his responsibilities back home.] The Wangsheng Funeral Parlor, where I find my duties, has seen a notable increase in demand since the Rite of Parting for Rex Lapis, which I'm sure has reached your ears. It has become quite difficult to stay away for an extended period. The work is fulfilling, but it ties me closely to Liyue.
[Zhongli then follows Neuvillette's gaze, enjoying the serene view outside the window, allowing the tranquility of the moment to envelop them. The snow continues to fall, blanketing the world in quietude, a stark contrast to the warmth that fills the cabin and themselves.
After a moment, Zhongli sets his cup down gently.] The storm outside does not seem to be abating. It may be wise for us to prepare for the evening.
[He stands, stretching slightly, feeling the gentle pull of muscles not used to such prolonged sitting.] Is there anything specific you require for the night?
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Promptly ignores canon here (or am I)
sometimes you just gotta take canon out back and shoot it
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