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I feel like I need to share this because idk if Europeans are familiar with the presence of Aldi in the US, but at least especially in my area they’ve been growing a lot recently. Like Aldi bought out some local failing grocery chains where I live (Louisiana) and have opened Aldis in all these somewhat rural communities and small towns, which for the record I’m fine with
But as a result of this they are advertising a lot more in my area and also in many cases, the people in these areas have never been confronted with Aldi or any European grocery store. So the ads that Aldi is pushing out to its new US customer base feature a cowboy shopping at Aldi who is explaining to new Aldi customers how Aldi works. Like this cowboy is explaining you gotta put a quarter in the shopping cart and why there are very little name brands. A cowboy is how they want to reach their American customer base. They gave us a cowboy
aaaah but i’m sure they are! you best cultivators and your creatures :) i’ve got my little apple but she hardly counts as a spiritual animal. more of a spiritual nuisance -.-
You know what's hard to work with? The weasel family! Stoats, ferrets, badgers, otters. All extremely clever, and all incorrigible thieves! Except for the badgers, who seem to make up for it by straight up claiming things as their territory and refusing to budge.
aaaah but i’m sure they are! you best cultivators and your creatures :) i’ve got my little apple but she hardly counts as a spiritual animal. more of a spiritual nuisance -.-
aaaah but i’m sure they are! you best cultivators and your creatures :) i’ve got my little apple but she hardly counts as a spiritual animal. more of a spiritual nuisance -.-
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aaaah but i’m sure they are! you best cultivators and your creatures :) i’ve got my little apple but she hardly counts as a spiritual animal. more of a spiritual nuisance -.-
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you have to forgive the printer because it's one of the most machine-ass machines we interact with on a day to day basis. that thing says kerchunk. hardly anything says kerchunk these days. you can't get mad at her when she kerchunks up a little.
I WAS FUCKING WONDERING WHAT THOSE DIGITAL PRICE TAGS WERE ABOUT SUDDENLY i had hoped they were so the workers didn't have to finagle those little papers into the slider part anymore 😭
Hi, yes, that is the OFFICIAL excuse made to me by the guy replacing the paper tags with digital ones at my local Walmart, but the end goal is to remove the numbers off the shelf entirely, replacing them with QR codes that you have to scan with the app…. Which requires your login information….. and also stores your card information so even if you didn’t use your Walmart account at the physical checkout, if you used a card they recognize, they assign that purchase to your Walmart account purchase history.
I explained very clearly to the manager my issue with the meat section not having the price tags listed, and they claimed it was only going to be for the meat, since meat is by weight, and the price of each item is printed on the packs of each item.
Sure. That’s how they get their foot in the door. Fast forward not even two weeks, and here we are:
Bar codes. No prices, no item descriptions. No price stickers on the individual items. Heck, not even the name of the item that is SUPPOSED to be there.
No. The only way to see the price is to scan it on your phone app, which is also recording what you looked at recently, as a way of gauging what you might be looking for in the future.
So here’s what we’re gonna do gang:
Every time you go into a store that has implemented these price-less tags:
Take 1-3 items up to the cash register. Ask the cashier for the price, or hit the price check item on the self checkout, which will likely call over the attendant.
Express that you didn’t actually want it, you just couldn’t see on the shelf how much it was.
POLITELY, AND WITH A THANK YOU FOR THE PRICE CONFIRMATION, Give the items to the cashier or attendant to put back.
When they inevitably try to push the app, politely decline. If pressed for why not, say you don’t want to have to carry your phone in-hand the whole time you are shopping in order to see how much things cost. (Not having cell service or data to use the app is NOT a valid excuse, as stores already often have complimentary WiFi AND more stores will provide WiFi rather than give up on this push for surveillance pricing)
If it’s a shelf-stable item, the cashier will have to set it aside, taking up room in their limited operating space, and eventually pass it off to someone to put in a holding area to put back later. If it’s a fridge/freezer item, it might have to get tossed due to food product sale regulations.
In either case, you are making it a pain in the ass for them to have these digital bar codes. Tie up the checkouts. Give the employees more busywork that the company has to pay them to do. Hurt their bottom line having to toss the pint of ice cream you carried around in your cart for 20 minutes before giving it back to the cashier.
Yes, call your reps. Yes, push for more legislation like this in more places. But also take an extra minute out of your shopping trip to MAKE IT HURT for companies to pull this shit.
I've seen some people in the notes express (very fair) concern that this is only going to inconvenience already under-paid laborers, and not have any impact on corporate. While I can't speak for every company or every store, I do work in a grocery store and I can tell you this is precisely the kind of thing that would have an impact, especially if people are doing it en masse. Stores absolutely track their shrink numbers, and they do draw distinctions between what gets stolen, damaged, or wasted for other reasons. If people are making it clear that the reason they're bringing things to the cashier is that the prices are not adequately represented on the displays, and rather than improving business it's wasting product, slowing down transactions, and causing confusion and mistrust in customers, that is a language that shareholders speak.
This is a very charming illustration and I do approve of Accidental Latin, but unfortunately, that is not what this (Fake) Accidental Latin actually says. Google Translate seems to think "temu" is identical to "timor" (infinitive, "to fear"), which would then be conjugated in first-person singular as "timeo" ("I fear"). "Temu" is not a word in Latin. So that is a very weird leap on Google Translate's part to turn gibberish into... something vaguely etymologically similar sounding? Hmm.
Next, "die" does mean "day," though nominative singular is "dies," i.e. "dies irae." It could be conjugated "die" if it was in ablative or locative case, but "die ad die" would mean something more like "day to day." "Ad" is in a "to" direction and "ab" is from, i.e. "ab urbis," and ablative case is used to indicate the movement of a thing. In short, "by" is not really a way to translate "ad"; we might want "per" here? (Through, by means of, etc.)
Not to mention, it would be weird to put one "die" at the start and another at the end The verb also usually goes at the end in Latin sentences, just for that extra bit of fun. So yes, in short, this is not actually Latin, and Google Translate is very bad at Latin in particular. Nonetheless, still charming.
Agree, @qqueenofhades, except on the matter of breaking “die ad die” apart. It’s a common structure in poetic and oratorical Latin to jam one phrase in the middle of another. I can’t think of an example exactly parallel to this construction, but I could believe a Roman poet would write it!
Ah, that is true. My Latin is of the reading-medieval-documents (particularly charters and/or chronicles) variety, where the sentence and usage structures are often more formulaic and there is less poetic license to move words around. There is obviously far less fixity for word order in Latin, since the conjugations explain how they grammatically relate to each other rather than placement in the sentence. (Coincidentally, this is why I used to say that the best feeling in the world was walking past a Latin classroom and not having to go inside it. Ahem.)
So yes: true that poetical Latin might be more at liberty to split the "die"-s up that far, though "timeo" (verb) is still more likely in most cases to go at the end, which would place them together anyway ("die ad die timeo," "day to day I fear" if translated in strict word order, which would make sense to an English speaker and sound more poetic anyway). Keep in mind, however, that my Latin is a) fairly rusty and b) mostly used for said formulaic legal document reading rather than freeform verse, so don't super-hard quote me on this.
I saw that ablative “die” and that final -u on “temu” and thought of the ablative supine (as in “mirabile dictu”) but as you observe, there isn’t a verb that “temu” could be, and then also, the ablative supine requires an adjective, as far as I know.
But perhaps “temu” is a hapax legomenon (in which case we would need the rest of the text to gloss it) or a scribal error for temeratu, from temero, “I defile or disgrace”. In that case, and in true Tumblr form, I might translate it as “daily I disgrace, in the manner of the day”, with some errors attributable to the scribe.
....oh my god. You might be a genius. Because what else does Tumblr do but daily disgrace [itself, oneself, and/or numerous others] in the manner of the day, and make numerous scribal errors.
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Shen Xue had agreed to this. He knew he had agreed to this. He was curious about what it would be like, and confident that Liu Qingge would be able to help if things went wrong. He was still slightly nervous as he fanned himself and watched Shang Qinghua prepare the pipes.
“You’re going to risk having a bad trip if you’re anxious coming into it.” Shang Qinghua looked up from his preparations. “I’ll be here, Liu Qingge will be our sober buddy just outside if you need him.” He held up the twin pipes. “These things won’t bite.”
"I thought they helped someone relax?" Shen Xue asked accepting the pipe.
“Drugs are weird, man.” He laughed quietly and lit Shen Xue’s first. “If you take them when you’re anxious, they can up your paranoia instead.” He lit his own pipe an glanced over at him. “Ready?”
Shen Xue nodded. "I'm ready." He watched how Shang Qinghua drew on the pipe before mimicking him.
The thick, heady smoke touched the back of Shang Qinghua’s throat and he slowly exhaled it. “Take it slow,” he advised. “It’ll be a lot for your first time.” He snorted quietly. “That’s how a lot of first times go.”
Shen Xue casually reached over to smack Shang Qinghua. "I'm not that easily overwhelmed these days."
“You still haven’t done this before. Don’t want to risk choking on the smoke.” He took another long drag of his pipe and reclined against their mass of pillows.
Shen Xue hummed agreement and laid back. He took a puff of his own pipe. This wasn't so disagreeable. He wasn't so sure he was actually doing anything either.
It took a longer time for the drugs to take effect. Shang Qinghua silently mourned never being able to try nicer drugs in the modern world as he stared at his pipe. He’d lost his head to the clouds long before he realized it. “We should force Qingge to get us food after this. You get real hungry.”
"Qingge tastes good," Shen Xue agreed absently.
A giggle spilled from his lips and he turned on his side to face him. “You wanna eat him?” He teased.
"Sometimes," Shen Xue boldly admitted. He grinned back lazily.
“He’s just outside,” he loudly whispered, his volume unchecked. “Admitting it like this? How bold.” He laughed again and took another long drag of his pipe. A pleasant cloud drifted over his mind as he exhaled.
"Mm. And you promised we would have fun." Shen Xue lazily glanced over to his friend. Yes, friend. Shang Qinghua was a good friend, even if he did have Shen Xue watch his kid.
“You can have as much fun as you want.” He shot him a wink and a lopsided grin.
"Come here so I can hit you." Shen Xue was far too relaxed to get up.
“Mmm, fine.” Shang Qinghua shifted close to curl up against his side, happily moving right into his personal space.
"Good." Shen Xue swatted at him and looked up. "I bet I could fly through the ceiling."
“Qingge’ll be mad at you if you make a mess,” he mumbled before grinning. “I do wanna see a tripping bird, though.”
"I wouldn't trip!"
Shang Qinghua giggled. “No- like- a high bird. A bird tripping balls.”
"We already have a high rat.
“What if- what if I was a rat. And you were a bird. And we flew through the ceiling with me on your back.”
Shen Xue took a moment to truly consider this before nodding. "It would work."
“I should change my name. RatShootingTowardsTheSky.”
"And which name is that?" Shen Xue teased. "You have so many of them."
“Mm. It’ll go on the list. Court’ll call me Master Rat instead of Master Airplane.” His head fell onto Shen Xue’s shoulder.
Shen Xue laughed. "Ugh, you're on top of me," he complained.
“But I’m so comfyyy!” He remembered to set his pipe down before draping himself over Shen Xue.
Shen Xue struggled. "You're squishing me!"
“I’m cuddling! I’m being nice!” He protested loudly.
"You're trying to climb me!"
Shang Qinghua huffed and climbed directly on top of him, depositing himself into his lap. “Now I am.”
Shen Xue responded to this clearly outrageous action by biting him.
Shang Qinghua squeaked and tried to squirm away again. “Hey! No! Down boy! My king Pavloved me into liking that!”
Shen Xue pulled away looking distressed at those words. "You can't like that!"
“My demon thinks I’m a chew toy!” He loosened his robes and yanked down his collar to show off one of the many marks.
Shen Xue huffed and laid back. "You could be. He could just...eat you in one bite."
Shang Qinghua flopped down beside him, his robes still mussed. “He swallows me while already.” He snorted at his own joke.
Shen Xue chuckled. He laid there in silence for a while. "I could start a cult."
Shang Qinghua blinked at him. “What kinda cult?”
"Hm. Something that will sound mystical and impressive."
“You should make alllll the followers walk up your mountain. Like a legendary beast. Weather the storm for an audience…if you dare~”
"I am a legendary beast," Shen Xue said proudly.
“Well, yeah.” He paused. “Do I get free audiences? I’ll be your pr guy.”
"My what?"
Shang Qinghua furrowed his brows in thought. “You know…guy that speaks to people on your behalf so you stay mysterious and don’t have to deal with issues. PR guy!”
"I can get someone to do that for me?" Shen Xue sat up almost knocking Shang Qinghua off him. "Why did no one tell me I can pay for someone else to deal for people instead?"
Shang Qinghua grumbled as he was suddenly shifted. “…do PR guys exist in ancient China?” He mumbled to himself. “What does that even mean? Pubic- heh- no- oh!” He sat up suddenly and his head swam. “Public relations! I’m a genius!”
"I won't have to deal with people!"
“Yeah! Get a PR guy!” He paused. “That means dealing with one more person.” He sighed and slumped back down.
Shen Xue grumbled and flopped over. "No."
“PR guys shouldn’t be people.” He sighed heavily. “I miss system.”
"Didn't I kill System?"
“Yeahhh but I’m sure she could’ve done pr.”
"I've killed a lot of people." Shen Xue took a moment to examine this. "I'm very impressive."
“We should line up our kill counts sometime. Bet I’ve got more.”
"You have more people to kill, that's just unfair."
“Yeahhh, but if we bet on it I can win.”
"Win what?" Shen Xue retorted.
“I dunno, what are you betting?”
Shen Xue thought about it. "I have this really amazing embroidered blanket that's soft."
“Hmm, ok, I have a nice tusked taiga bear fur that’s super soft on top and warm if you want to lay under it.”
Shen Xue nodded. "Bet." He paused. "Do you remember how many you've killed?" Shen Xue didn't. Lots, but how many?
Shang Qinghua thought for a long time, his head swimming as he tried to form cohesive thoughts. “I have records.”
"For both of us?"
“Nah. Me.” He blinked at him. “Do you think I’m stalking you!”
Shen Xue nodded his head seriously. "You are very good at it."
“I’m not stalking all your kills.” He lightly swatted him.
Shen Xue swatted him back. "I don't think your pipe did anything," he complained still too relaxed and fogged from the weed to do anything.
“Fine, I’ll give you the hard drugs next time and see how you like that,” he huffed back.
Shen Xue grinned. "Fine.*
"I hope you have the worst trip of your life," he griped.
"Ha! You shouldn't have talked me down then!" Shen Xue crowed. "This is your fault!"
Shang Qinghua huffed and threw a pillow at him. "I hope you never get to taste Liu Qingge again!"
"Ha! I'm biting him as soon as I leave this room!"
"Why not get him in this room?" He teased. "Bite him right now, I dare you!"
"I will!" Shen Xue started fighting against the extremely comfortable pile of pillows and a cuddling Shang Qinghua to try and get up.
Shang Qinghua squawked as he was suddenly dumped into the pile of pillows. He sat up to watch him, his already rumpled clothes and hair thoroughly ruined by that point.
Shen Xue looked just as rumpled. He triumphantly opened the door. "Qingge."
Liu Qingge looked up from where he was idly polishing his sword. He paused, looked Shen Xue up and down, and promptly stood. "What happened?"
"Qinghua said I can't bite you," he grumbled. He thought for a moment. "And the weed didn't work."
Liu Qingge looked him up and down again. Somehow, he doubted that. "Why can't you bite me?" He stepped forward and herded his husband back into the room.
"I can!" Shen Xue announced smugly. And promptly bit him.
Shang Qinghua cried his protest. "I can't see you two! Redo!"
Liu Qingge looked past Shen Xue to the rat and grimaced at him. "Put your clothes on," he snapped back.
Shen Xue looked at him with a smug grin. "I kept my clothes on."
Liu Qingge stared down at his rumpled clothes. "Have you looked down?"
Shen Xue looked down and squawked. He quickly tried to fix his clothes. "Qinghua did it!"
"...that does not make it better" he said flatly.
Shen Xue frowned and moved over to lay on the pile of pillows again.
Shang Qinghua scooted closer to cuddle up to him again. "I'm being so nice!" He complained.
"You're being cuddly," Shen Xue corrected.
"Which is nice!" He protested.
Shen Xue chuckled. "And the betting?"
"Also so nice!"
"The fur is very nice."
Too bad you won't get it because I'll win!"
"I am deadlier than you!"
"But I've killed more!"
"Only because you have more people to kill!"
"Still counts!" He protested.
Shen Xue huffed at him. "You need to be like everyone else and not track your kill count."
"Heavens forbid a man is organized and whimsical with his mass murder!"
"You only think that because it wins the bet for you!"
"I like winning bets!" He complained.
Shen Xue looked over at Liu Qingge. "This is what I befriended."
Liu Qingge stared at both of them. "You both are ridiculous." Deciding he'd had enough, he turned to leave.
Shen Xue looked at Shang Qinghua. "He finds you ridiculous."
Shang Qinghua stuck his tongue out at him. "He said you are too."
"I'm the picture of dignity."
Shang Qinghua reached out and rumpled Shen Xue's robes back into their messy state.
"Hey!" Shen Xue pushed Shang Qinghua away.
"You're just as bad as me!" He called back.
"I don't write bad porn!"
"You read it," he teased.
"Only because you're bad at organizing your drafts!"
"You still read it!" He crowed.
"Why would you even write it? Doesn't your king keep you satisfied?"
"I'm a creative at heart and he gives me the best inspo." He smirked suggestively at him.
"And yet I somehow suspect being apart would only inspire you further."
"You're so right, he's not here right now and I want to sit down and write him railing me," he cheerfully agreed.
"Not with me here!" Shen Xue hissed. He hit Shang Qinghua.
"You read my stuff! What's so wrong with me writing it?"
Shen Xue paused to think about it. He shrugged. "I like your aliens story more."
"Aww, even the smut bits?" He teased.
"Shut up! And yes, even those bits."
"Aww!" He beamed and draped himself over Shen Xue again. "Thanks bestie."
"You're terrible." Shen Xue patted his head.
"But my writing isn't!" He said cheerfully. "I'll take it!"
"So you won't take my blanket?"
"Oh no, I still definitely won that thing. I'm taking it," he answered smugly.
"Next time we're betting on your best tea set."
"Fine," he waved him off. "I'll buy another."
"You have too much money." Shen Xue tilted his head. "Did you ever figure out what to spend it on?" Running a kingdom certainly cost plenty, but Shang Qinghua still had more than enough to buy a second kingdom if he wanted.
"I dunno. I think I have enough sidequests and work to do and there's too much money." He shrugged. "What could I even spend that on?"
"Me," Shen Xue said with full confidence and zero thought.
Shang Qinghua snickered. "Yeah? I can sugar daddy you, what do you want?"
Shen Xue opened his mouth to speak and paused. "I think I'm happy."
“Soooo you don’t want anything?” He guessed.
"You already sent me all the supplies I needed for my studies. And got me new instruments. And Liu Qingge gives me everything else."
Shang Qinghua nodded solemnly. "Rich boyfriend's got it covered."
"His estate has spirit koi."
Shang Qinghua groaned. "Rich ass boyfriend. He has shiny koi."
Shen Xue nodded sagely. "He's a chosen one." Straight from those adventure tales people write.
"Can't believe he's rich and pretty and a good person. So unfair."
"I won," Shen Xue said smugly.
“Nuh uh. I got a full on king, that has to win.”
"We get to travel," Shen Xue countered. Oh, sure, Mobei Jun and Shang Qinghua could travel too, but they had to prepare first.
“So? I was made to be holed up in one room for eternity!”
Shen Xue patted his head. "Little rat."
“Don’t treat me like your pet!” He half-heartedly complained.
"You're the one who said you made to be holed up in a room."
“I’m my husband’s pet, not yours,”
"Thank the gods for that."
Shang Qinghua pouted at him. "What does that mean? I'm such a good pet!"
"You get into so much trouble."
"Not at all. I sit in my room and I work and I don't cause any trouble...I just solve issuers other people make."
"This is how you seduced a demon."
"I seduced him by clinging to his feet and begging for mercy. I'm not doing that to you."
Shen Xue snorted. "Tell another one, that's a lie."
Shang Qinghua scoffed. "That's what I did!" He protested.
"You are not telling me that you seduced the northern demon king by being a pathetic coward!"
"I did!" He exclaimed. "The second we met I dropped to the ground and clung to his leg and begged him to spare me!"
"You're telling me it was love at first sight?"
Shang Qinghua grimaced. "...I dunno, ask him."
"You didn't love him at first sight, right?"
Shang Qinghua looked away. "...kinda?" He said awkwardly. It was a little more complicated than that.
"Oh for-" Shen Xue sat up. "You made him to love didn't you?"
Shang Qinghua squawked in offense. "No! It's not like I knew I'd ever meet him. I just thought he's cool!"
"That idiot treated you like a demon and didn't once question if maybe humans were different!" Mobei Jun was sweet and doting, but he really had been stupid about that.
Shang Qinghua snorted. "I meaaan, he's fine, sooo, I can forgive a little bit of beating me up," he joked.
Shen Xue snorted. "I suppose you're lucky he didn't try to reenact a romance novel to seduce you."
Shang Qinghua smirked. "Oh, that's a good idea." He paused, his smirk dropping. "Nope, nevermind, he's a terrible actor. He would do it so badly."
Shen Xue laughed.
"It's a hot thought, though. I wish he'd try to seduce me like the cool guy in a drama would." He sighed dramatically. "He just bends me over."
Shen Xue sat up as a thought hit him. "What if. What if he thinks he is doing sexy foreplay? And he's just that bad at it?"
Shang Qinghua blinked at him. "Huh? You don't think-" He paused. "Is he trying to do foreplay?!"
"You know your husband better than me, what do you think?"
Shang Qinghua covered his face. "I hate that I can see it."
Shen Xue snickered. "You married that."
"Yeahh, I did." He smiled softly. "He's so dumb," he said affectionately.
"At least the demons like him."
“I like him too,” he said happily.
"Yes, everyone who sees you together are well aware of that," Shen Xue teased softly.
Shang Qinghua sighed. “Like you don’t gush over your husband.”
"That's because Qingge is perfect."
“Mobei Jun-“ he paused. “Well, he’s not perfect but he’s perfect to me!”
"Who would have guessed you're a romantic?"
“I could say the same about you.”
"I'm not," Shen Xue instantly denied
“‘That’s because Qingge is perfect~’” He cheerfully mimicked.
Shen Xue whacked Shang Qinghua with a pillow.
Shang Qinghua wacked him right back. “Admit it!”
"Never!"
"QINGGE!" Shang Qinghua yelled for him. "Your husband doesn't like you!"
"Qinghua is a liar!" Shen Xue seizes a pillow to smother him.
Shang Qinghua desperately squirmed until he could drag himself out from under the pillow. "He doesn't think you're perfect and beautiful!"
"Shut up!" Shen Xue started hitting Shang Qinghua desperately. "He could hear you!"
“That’s the point!” He laughed back before dramatically moaning. “Oh, harder!”
"No!" Shen Xue pulled back. "You are the worst!"
Shang Qinghua wriggled his brows. "You're reminding me of good times with my king."
"Gross!" Shen Xue got up and stalked out of the room. He looked around and spotted Liu Qingge, briefly taking a moment to straighten his clothes. "Qinghua is a liar, don't believe him!"
Liu Qingge looked back at him, entirely unamused. "I'm not listening to either of you," he answered simply.
"You're not listening to me?"
"No," he answered. "You're both saying nonsense."
Shen Xue huffed and marched back into the room. "Nonsense! I never say nonsense!"
"A-Xue~" Shang Qinghua cheerfully called to him as he entered the room. "Come here, relax. Hang out with me."
A very offended Shen Xue beelined over to him and laid on top of Shang Qinghua. "He said I
"He said I'm speaking nonsense."
"You never speak nonsense." Shang Qinghua sympathetically pat his head.
"I'm too clever for that," Shen Xue agreed. He grabbed his pipe and took another puff from it.
"Yes, yes, A-Xue is so smart," he agreed. He leaned closer to the pipe, silently asking for a hit of his own.
Shen Xue casually turned the pipe to allow Shang Qinghua to take a puff. "A-Xue?"
"I dunno, it's affectionate." He shrugged and leaned in to take a puff.
"What, we're not close enough already?"
Shang Qinghua pouted. "Do you hate the name, A-Xue?"
"You're just going to abuse it to get away with things."
"Awww, you really like it, then," he teased. "A-Xue~ or maybe Xue-ge? Xue-gege?"
"Xue-ge," Shen Xue said. "I'm your elder, treat me with respect." A joke, but one he said as seriously as he could.
"As gege wishes!" He answered.
"Ridiculous man," Shen Xue said with a smile.
"I would as you to call me gege, but I fear those words will never leave your lips," he mourned.
"You can only be the little brother," Shen Xue teased.
"I've technically lived longer than you," he griped.
"Is that so didi?" Shen Xue teased.
Shang Qinghua gasped. "That was unfairly cute."
"Calling you didi?"
"Yeah! Saying it in a cute way too!" He broke into a wide smile. "Gege loves his didi sooo much."
"You are a menace to society."
"I'm a menace to you," he corrected.
"I could be considered society."
"You are as far from society as possible."
"That's because most of society is annoying," Shen Xue grumbled.
"Exactly, so I'm right," he answered smugly.
"You're still a menace."
"Only to you~" he cooed.
"Show some respect for your gege."
"Hmmm. I'll respect my gege if he goes through on his deal," he offered. "I want my blanket."
"Fine, you get the blanket."
Shang Qinghua pouted. "What if your did doesn't wanna move?
"The blanket's back in my cabin, you're not getting it until tomorrow."
Shang Qinghua pouted. "Booo. Laame."
"Not all of us can cut through the world Didi."
"Maybe my king can get it," he muttered.
"Gonna call him?"
"Mmaybe. You got to see your hot husband."
"Call him and see if he comes," Shen Xue teased.
“Mobei! My king! Where’s my handsome, beautiful, baby of a man!” He called loudly.
"Here." Just a moment later Mobei Jun stood before Shang Qinghua looking down at his husband. He glanced over at Shen Xue. Hm. He usually stayed out of their gatherings.
“There he is.” Shang Qinghua held out his arms expectantly. “Get down here and kiss me.”
Mobei Jun picked Shang Qinghua up to hold instead and kiss.
Shang Qinghua looped his legs around his middle as he returned the kiss. “Shen Xue’s got a blanket for us. At his place,” he reported.
"You can't break into my cabin!" Shen Xue protested.
Shang Qinghua pouted. “Gege, he’ll be super quick and not touch anything else.”
"Gege?" Mobei Jun nipped Shang Qinghua's ear.
"He's the didi," Shen Xue agreed without explaining. "And how would you know which blanket to take?"
“You gave an explanation.” He paused. “Uhhhhh what was it?”
"The pretty embroidered one. But I have lots of embroidered blankets."
“Ok what’s this one look like?”
"Embroidered feathers."
“Perfect, he’ll be able to find it.” He pat Mobei Jun’s chest.
"Fine." Shen Xue flopped back down. Mobei Jun stepped through the shadows to the beautiful mountain cabin Shen Xue lived in with Liu Qingge when they weren't traveling. He started to walk around and look for blankets, still carrying Shang Qinghua.
Shang Qinghua draped himself over his shoulder with a dramatic sigh. “You missed so much, my king. Shen Xue’s my gege now.”
"Is he?" Mobei Jun located a blanket with feathers embroidered on it and picked it up to wrap around Shang Qinghua.
Shang Qinghua sank into the warmth. “Yeah. I also won this from him. ‘Cause I’ve killed more than him.”
"Qinghua is skilled," Mobei Jun rumbled contentedly. He stepped back to the room to find Shen Xue had turned into a bird in their absence.
Shang Qinghua sat straight as he suddenly remembered their conversation from earlier. “Oh! My king, when you bend me over suddenly, is that trying to be hot foreplay?”
Mobei Jun blinked. "No." Wasn't his obvious seduction before that the foreplay?
“Huh. So, uh, do you ever try to seduce me?” He asked curiously.
Mobei Jun nodded his head and puffed up proudly. "You enjoy it."
Shang Qinghua blinked at him. “Uh. What exactly are your seduction techniques?”
"Finishing paperwork, coming up with a clever plan, dressing up, killing an enemy to show Qinghua," Mobei Jun listed. Shen Xue fluttered his wings clearly laughing.
Shang Qinghua stared blankly. “…you mean. Things I do?”
"Qinghua is very seductive."
“Mobei- that- that isn’t flirting. That’s just doing my job?”
Mobei Jun shook his head. "It's the way it's done," he explained.
Shang Qinghua stared at him once more. “You are very bad at flirting.”
Mobei Jun looked at Shang Qinghua with big wounded eyes. Or at least, as big and wounded as any expression he showed.
Shang Qinghua faltered. “Don’t look at me like that! That’s my technique!” He protested.
"This king is bad at flirting with Qinghua."
“What you’re doing- it isn’t flirting!” He exclaimed.
"How should this king flirt?"
“Well, uh, you can give compliments. Say what you want to do or how you feel.” He paused. “…yeah I’ll just get you some books with examples.”
Mobei Jun nodded. He would study them carefully.
Shang Qinghue perked up. “Or! I could always demonstrate!”
Shen Xue shrieked a sharp protest at being in the room during this demonstration and tried to fly at the door. Try being the key word. Flying when high was not easy.
Shang Qinghua paused and looked back at the clumsy bird. “Hang on.” He snorted and slipped from Mobei Jun’s grip, walking back over to She Xue. “Come here, I’ll save you.”
Shen Xue hissed grumpily at him. He was the one he needed saving from!
“I’ll take you to Qingge. You love Qingge, don’t you?” he offered as if he was consoling a child.
Shen Xue pecked him but let Shang Qinghua pick him up.
Shang Qinghua pet his head as he scooped him up. “There you go,” he cooed. “I’ll take you to Qingge.” He brought the bird out of the room and held him out to the waiting Liu Qingge. “Your very high husband,” he announced.
Shen Xue promptly started trying to dance.
Liu Qingge sighed and picked up his husband. “You are very impressive.”
Shen Xue immediately settled into crooning happily in Liu Qingge's arms.
“We’re going home.” Liu Qingge held his phoenix close and walked off. Shang Qinghua happily trotted back into the room to greet his king. “Now, to show you how to really flirt.
Mobei Jun rumbled and settled onto the pile of pillows.