[ The dragonlet pulls herself back into his sleeve and then wiggles under his overrobe to crawl out onto his shoulders, nestled under the weight of his hair. She sticks her head out and watches everything around her with interest, only to scamper down as he joins Konoha to try and throw herself into the laundry basket.
Shen Qingqiu catches her before she manages, earning him a wiggling armload of baby dragon, and a peeping objection to what seemed to her to be a brilliant idea. Continuing on with his protesting armful, he's pleasantly enjoying the sunlight on the veranda, hooking a cushion with his foot and settling himself and the dragonlet down on it. She sits in his lap to lash out at his sleeve in annoyance as he starts to pull out the wine...
... Jug after jug after jug, followed by cakes seasoned with flowers that grow only on the dragon's mountains, and then... is that sausage? Links and links of sausages. All of this is observed by the dragonlet, who attempts to snatch a sausage, only to have a different one slipped into her mouth and leaving her chewing on it with her tail twitching in satisfaction. ]
There are sausages and flower desserts, too! Enough to save for Gonta and Mikuni as well.
[ The last thing he pulls out are two things of tea: not the kind that inflicts dragon blessings, but blends unique to the mountains nonetheless. ]
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[ The dragonlet pulls herself back into his sleeve and then wiggles under his overrobe to crawl out onto his shoulders, nestled under the weight of his hair. She sticks her head out and watches everything around her with interest, only to scamper down as he joins Konoha to try and throw herself into the laundry basket.
Shen Qingqiu catches her before she manages, earning him a wiggling armload of baby dragon, and a peeping objection to what seemed to her to be a brilliant idea. Continuing on with his protesting armful, he's pleasantly enjoying the sunlight on the veranda, hooking a cushion with his foot and settling himself and the dragonlet down on it. She sits in his lap to lash out at his sleeve in annoyance as he starts to pull out the wine...
... Jug after jug after jug, followed by cakes seasoned with flowers that grow only on the dragon's mountains, and then... is that sausage? Links and links of sausages. All of this is observed by the dragonlet, who attempts to snatch a sausage, only to have a different one slipped into her mouth and leaving her chewing on it with her tail twitching in satisfaction. ]
There are sausages and flower desserts, too! Enough to save for Gonta and Mikuni as well.
[ The last thing he pulls out are two things of tea: not the kind that inflicts dragon blessings, but blends unique to the mountains nonetheless. ]