#1000zi

"Why don't I believe you?"

   ❝ i assure you, i am not my son in disguise, ❞  Yin says with certainty as she carries the basket of food with her into the ever-changing land of the painting.  ❝ i will give you credit for being vigilant, however. ❞

         A land created not initially for mortal use, Yin is grateful for the opportunity for her Zha-er to be able to train here ; where the landscape can be rebuilt with a brushstroke and her son can be free to let loose.. not fully, but close enough that she’s comfortable with it.

@1000zi || tie.  for your muse to adjust an article of clothing on my muse.

Shen Gongbao crinkled his noseーbut as Taiyi fastened the clasps at the back of his neck, not a single complaint was spoken from his thinly pressed lips. The disciple stood tall; chest out and chin angled high. His air was that of utmost elegance, patience and pride as he bravely endured the needless fussing that his senior insisted upon his person. Oh to be fussed over. For what reasons, he certainly didn't care. Either way, he wouldn't deny that he enjoyed the nature of this attention. His image was to be pristine. The attention to detail from someone other than himself ensured as much as well. Taiyi's hands eventually removed themselves from Shen Gongbao, at which point he would then brush down and flatten his robes with his hands as a finishing touch. Perfection.

"N-now, allow me to return the fーfavour." Reciprocation was an important part of building good rapport between colleagues, after all. It would only be beneficial to attend to his senior's state of dress as well. The leopard spirit's movements were quick and precise, not wasting time with dilly dallying. Fabrics, pulled and smoothed over Taiyi's front, his sash yanked with enough force to tug him forward, then tied tight. Secure. Just enough to remain comfortableー and untouched by Taiyi's clumsy hands until the need to shed his clothing arose again.

@1000zi // tie.  for your muse to adjust an article of clothing on my muse.

What the hell is wrong with about 90% of the adults he meets? Always wanna get their huge meaty claws on him and without even an utterance of permission. No please, no excuse me, just touching. Just as Old Man Jiang Ziya saw fit to straighten out his sash that one lunar new year, his teacher Taiyi was getting his trotters all up in his business as well. It was one thing if it was his mum (no, dad wasn't allowed to clean him up either and Simang the house servant barely passed as an exception) but even then, he vastly preferred to remain undisturbed, moisturized (mud will do that apparently) and thriving in his own lane.