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[zidianing]

sandushengshou | jiang cheng | gembond: sapphire

You have reached the Sect Leader of the Yunmeng Jiang--what? I'll set my message how I want to set it! I don't need to state my name! ... Jiang Wanyin. Leave a message.

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bad idea theatre

[famili]

( Her concern only spikes at the growling, and the... cooing? That wasn't a bad sound, but the rest has her panicked, and she hears the other growl and it's Jiang Yanli's turn to scrabble to pick up her tiny phone and take to the air. )

A-Cheng! A-Cheng, where are you?

poor yanli

[zidianing]

[Jiang Cheng doesn't have a response other than more shrieking. Though it doesn't sound like he's in pain, really. There's merrow sounds and dragon sounds and a clatter as the device is being knocked around.]

had to happen sometime

[famili]

( If she were feeling more sensibly calm, and less keyed up to concern in present circumstances, the... cadence of this, the back and forth, the particulars of the clattering would have cued her in. She's not dense, and she's not a stranger to intimacy, not a year and more married (and now widowed, perhaps, but not less aware), and not one to have ever shied away from the particulars of... these things.

But she isn't in that place, and she is a dragon sized ball of concern who is clutching that phone, unseen in her paw, as she tries to rather blindly search for her brother using nothing more than what. Sheer determination? Even this was rather ridiculous, but he wasn't talking, he was making sounds and he wasn't alone and it could be, might be, dangerous. She can't ignore that, can she? Not when she's just found him in this place, not when—

Anyway, it's a long convoluted way to say she's sure still coming, blindly, to save her brother from...

... his... first... love affair. As you do. )