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Fear courses through his body as he imagines the worst. If he were to peak into those bags would a head of a beast lie within - eyes rolled back with no pupil , tongue lolled out , bleeding from the wounds of Liu Qingge’s swordsmanship ? Slowly , ever so slowly he opens it ready for the assault of the stench of a fresh kill only to find …. vegetables. More specifically , cucumbers !

Hah ! 

He can’t help but to be amused , the corner of his lips raising up , and the barest pfft before he can hide away behind his fan once again. Even concealed his eyes betray mirth at the very unusual gift. “ Liu - shidi , ” he snickers , “ I haven’t the faintest clue what brought this on , but thank you. ” 

He’s rather neutral to the actual taste of cucumbers , neither hating or loving them , but with this amount he can’t wait to prank Airplane bro until he’s crying for him to stop. Shen Yuan thinks of how many objects of Shang Qinghua’s he can replace with cucumbers before he can notice. Before bed time he will fill his bed with cucumbers. When he least expects it he will dump a bucket of cucumbers on his head. When he’s looking for ink to write he will only find a cucumber. Then , when he finally thinks he’s had enough cucumbers he will ....

With great secrecy , head turning 360 degrees to check for any signs of witnesses , only when it believes the two of them to be alone does it approach. It graciously eats all the treats offered , cooing with delight at the peak lord. Though it had just been fed by it’s owner moments before , it only cares that a second portion has been delivered to it. 

He reads the letter , not a single hint of disturbance upon his face , while internally he sheds enough tears to overflow the oceans.

What did he even do !?

No matter the era , or how beautiful the people are ( on the outside at least ) ; it seems new comers have no choice but to be bullied. Will they dump cold water on him in the middle of the night too , to complete their hazing rituals ? 

Leave the sect ? He didn’t even have anywhere else to go ! —  but consider him informed ! This one knows where he stands on the social structure of disciples. He folds the letter back up , shoving it into storage for future evidence , just in case he finds himself  in need of it in the future.

Too late is not enough , almost is not what he wants , could have been is unacceptable. —  but what is he to do ? Liu Qingge is talking about too late , all while Shen Qingqiu doesn’t really completely understand what’s happening. ( but it feels like he’s being left behind , or let go , and that’s more frightening than jumping into the jaws of danger. )

Of the nonsensical things that’s happened , the only constant was that he could always count on Liu Qingge being half a step behind. 

                          For once , he reaches out and grabs Liu Qingge to stop him from leaving.

It’s one of those times where he acts without thinking , and now he has Liu Qingge’s hand in his own. 

cool. cool. cool , he thinks. ok. ok. ok. 

He doesn’t know what to do with the surprisingly comfortable weight in his own hands ; that solid warm presence , so he stares at the hand in his own instead , willing away the heat spreading throughout his face. His thumb lands against Liu Qingge’s pulse , and he feels that steady thump ; he’s alive , I’m alive , we’re alive. — and this in so many ways is realer than his original life. 

“It’s not ,” he says , gently pulling Liu Qingge towards himself , “ too late. ” Too late is when you’re dying and there’s no point to anything anymore. When you spend the rest of your days being mediocre , because that’s what you’ve always been , and there’s not enough time to be more. He simply won’t allow anymore too lates , even if he makes a fool of himself , and reads the whole situation wrong. “ I’m listening, ” he coaxes gently , “ I don’t want this ” and he gestures between them “ to only be a dream. ” 

Whether he means whatever they have , or this existence in this tangible , yet incomprehensible world , he doesn’t quite know either.

“ —  and if these words can not be said just yet, ” he murmurs using his most understanding teacher voice. It’s difficult , really difficult to understand this weight in his chest. He doesn’t know if Liu Qingge is fairing any better. “ Then please , will Liu-shidi join me for some tea ? We can figure this out together. ” His grip finally relaxes , “ We have time. ”