Wei Wuxian (
acrookedpath) wrote2021-07-08 12:04 pm
[pfsb] it's so FLUFFY
In Wei Wuxian's defense, it isn't as if he forgot one should never eat free food unless it came from Madam Bar or the waitrats. It's simply that after nearly a year where he has -- only on occasion, mind you! -- accepted food and drink from strangers with no ill effects, he may have let his guard slip. Just a little.
Besides, he was so absorbed in his work that for all he knew, a waitrat had deposited the little bowl of animal-shaped desserts on his table. It wouldn't have been the first time he failed to notice one of them trying to get his attention.
So when he absently picked up a cracker to nibble on it as he worked through a particularly thorny set of talisman calculations --
Well.
The little black rabbit that now sits on the table, a red ribbon looped around one ear, just wants it emphatically known that this was not his fault.
Besides, he was so absorbed in his work that for all he knew, a waitrat had deposited the little bowl of animal-shaped desserts on his table. It wouldn't have been the first time he failed to notice one of them trying to get his attention.
So when he absently picked up a cracker to nibble on it as he worked through a particularly thorny set of talisman calculations --
Well.
The little black rabbit that now sits on the table, a red ribbon looped around one ear, just wants it emphatically known that this was not his fault.

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Which trickster? he writes.
Or... tries to write. Hopefully, by now, Lan Zhan has gotten good enough at deciphering Wei Wuxian's already-terrible handwriting to figure out the gist.
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Loki. Well, one of the Lokis. The alligator one. You'll know him by the golden horns.
Lan Wangji reads this out and stares at the words in bemusement, as if they might make sense if he does so hard enough.
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Wei Wuxian glances at Lan Zhan and gives him a tiny bunny shrug.
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"Very well," he tells Madam Bar. "Thank you, again."
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Mostly, it just looks like he drapes himself a little further over the side of Lan Zhan's arm. But he tries!
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He settles there, spreading his robes over his lap, and lowers his hand enough that Wei Ying can stir from his nest if he wishes.
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After a moment, he grasps the pad of paper between his teeth to drag it down into the nest as well. The pen quickly joins it.
I am all right, he writes; adds a little smiley face to the end like Madam Bar's.
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"Good," he says, stroking a gentle hand along Wei Ying's back. "I am very glad."
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He knew his zhiji must have worried. He always does.
It is interesting, he scribbles. Fun! Nice with you here.
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"I am pleased you are enjoying yourself," he murmurs. "Is there anything that you want? Anything I can do?"
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Meet the forest rabbits? he writes.
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“Of course, if you wish,” he decides. After all, when will he have such an opportunity again?
“I will fetch a basket of greens to take with us, when you are ready.”
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The overpowering smells of the inn recede, replaced with an entirely new sweep of scents that, somewhere deep within the instincts of this body, whisper home. Lush greenery, clear water, the musty decay of fallen leaves as they slowly turn to dirt, the richness of soil warmed by the sun. The deeper they go into the forest, the more it reveals: birdsong and insect buzzes, a spider dipping from a tree to spin its web, the skittering of mice, the smell of something dark and musklike that makes him retreat further into Lan Zhan's robes.
But for most of the walk, he cannot stop staring at the beauty around them, transformed into an entirely new place through the senses of a rabbit.
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It does not take all that long, considering, before they are drawing near the forest warren. He slows his steps and sets the basket down at the entrance of the small clearing, as is usual, then lowers himself to the ground to wait.
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Well, he won't find out by sitting around!
Hello? he calls, in the same language Lan Zhan could not understand.
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The voice is bright and cheerful and curious, filled with surprise and delight. Starlight gleams from the ears of the rabbit that hops up to the top of the stone ridge and looks down.
You’re new. And with one of our humans, I see. One ear twitches. Are you hoping to join us, little one? Usually I’m the one to extend that invitation.
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Rabbit-zongzhu! I can understand you now! He's laughing as he stretches out his forelegs, dipping into a bow. I am not so new as I appear. I'm one of your humans as well -- only transformed, temporarily.
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I do and I have and - did you do this, my prince? Rabscuttle hops out of the underbrush and gives as skeptical a look as is possible.
(Behind Wei Ying, Lan Wangji sits in quiet, patient stillness, watching.)
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You don’t know? I thought even humans might. Fascinating. I suppose next you’ll tell me you don’t know who I am, either.
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The starlight-eared rabbit hops closer, cocking his head to one side as he looks at Wei Ying. No, but I can see how you’d think so. It’s the ears, isn’t it. The glow, like the moon. He shakes his head, causing his ears to flap.
My name is El-ahrairah. I am the Prince of the Rabbits.
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