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I could fix it for you, if you'd like. ( after a moment, he thinks to add: ) I'm a daozhang - have you heard of them? It means I've dedicated my life to helping others who might need it. ( the smile returns, faintly amused this time, and he tilts his head a bit. ) Or those who don't need help at all, but might generously tolerate it regardless.
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Li scuffs a foot as he pouts before folding his arms again in an apology. ]
Sorry, Xiao-gege, I can't let you do that. If I let you, I won't learn from my mistake. I'm not hurt. So I can do it. Will that be alright?
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[ He waits for the older boy, the daozhang to turn around, still wearing that smile, and then turns around himself, huffing as he pulls off the whole tangled mess of clothes, blowing hair out of his face as he does so. He shakes himself once free before looking around. The boy is still not looking. Good. He pokes at the scabbed wounds and tilts his head, wondering if he needs a layer of bandages. He shrugs and starts throwing clothes around, looking for his own robes. Why are they all so big? ]
Gege can't turn around yet. I'll find them. ( A few minutes later, he calls out. ) Somewhere in here.
[ Finally, he improvises. It's impolite to keep a 'daozhang' waiting, so he wraps a long tunic around himself with a belt, shaking his hair out to fix it next. But then he freezes as he realizes he's wearing a long necklace with a coin at the end. He pulls it up and squints at it. ]
What's this?
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the shuffling behind him is largely unidentifiable to one who hasn't yet learned to attune himself to the nuance of sound, but xingchen is nothing if not patient, tracking the boy's general movements to and fro with half of his mind while the rest of it slips into something closer to a shallow meditative state. an impotent meditative state spurred by the long-ingrained instinct to regenerate qi anytime he feels lacking in it, a state which he exists in (by his understanding) permanently within this realm.
'what's this?' the voice draws him fully back to the present, and his brow flickers in puzzlement for a moment beneath the top of the hand over his eyes. ) May I see it? ( his other hand lifts palm-up into the air beside him, though he keeps his eyes dutifully covered until he's received (tacit or implicit) permission to open them. a daozhang is true his word, after all. )
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The daozhang still hasn't turned around. Li tilts his head again before letting a small smile replace his worried frown.
He shuffles in his makeshift clothes and tugs on his sleeve, holding the necklace up. ]
You can look now.
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here, both hands lift to carefully take the coin between his fingertips, as lightly as he can hold it so as to make sure runyu knows that he doesn't plan to steal it. he recognizes the 24-character charm, of course, having made a number of his own not long ago - but those typically call forth prosperity and wealth, or failing that, protection. this one boasts the same character twenty-four times, the xī which means 'rest' or 'breathe'. and while part of him tries to maintain that he shouldn't leap to bold conclusions, xingchen is also quite certain he'd recognize his own handiwork. quite certain he does recognize it, etched into each line of the coin which runyu wears around his neck. ) It's a charm, ( xingchen says, since the whole purpose for looking it over was to be able to explain what exactly it might be. his eyes lift to the boy's, holding the edges of the coin so that runyu can see the face of it as xingchen continues. ) This character, xī, means 'to rest'. It seems that whoever gave you this coin hoped that it might help to ease your worries. ( and with this, the hand not holding the coin drops to catch the back of runyu's, a ghost of a guiding touch to lift it up so that he might return the coin to him, setting it in the boy's palm. )
(cw: child abuse, mutilation)
( He pouts at all the questions and glances back up at the older boy, holding the coin up again. ) What does that mean? If I don't worry, Mother will. I don't want her to cry again. Did she make it?
[ If she did, he would have to apologize but ignore that. Obeying those words would hurt his mother, his only friend. ]