[He wouldn't suggest this to anyone else. He wouldn't think that anyone else might be able to find a way. Maybe Wei Wuxian, but, well, he's seen Wen Ning, and that's not what he has in mind.
But if anyone has the intelligence and coercion to figure out how to manipulate the porter technology? It's Meng Yao.
Maybe there is a way forward for their relationship after all.]
[If that is what he wants, Meng Yao will work on it. The porters are easy enough to examine; what will be difficult is making contacts deep within the government. But, for Jin Ling, he will try.]
[Then he wouldn't have a reason to be angry at Uncle Yao anymore. And he'd have his parents back.
He's enough of a child to be blinded by that longing enough to forget all the complications. He wants his parents. He wants to forgive the father figure who he trusted for all of his life.]
[Blinded by longing, Jin Ling's wrath starts to slip away. He genuinely believes that Meng Yao can and will do this thing, even despite everything he's learned and many of the things he himself has said. He's lonely and in desperate need of parental affection.]
[Jin Ling starts typing "It's your arm, why can't you..." but then he remembers that the bloody guqin string had come out of somewhere. Maybe he doesn't want to know any more.
And if it's related to that time his uncle almost killed him, he isn't going to offer well-wishes.
[Arms are connected to bodies, Jin Ling, and his golden core isn't as strong as yours. Add on the fact that he is emotionally devastated and there are pieces of him that are not healing well. Food in general has lost its intrigue, for example, but some of that might have to do with the medications he is on.]
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Hot dog cart vendor.
[He has no idea why.
Was it the hat? That hat is only for nobility, damnit!]I will procure another. What about you, Jin Ling?
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[He likes doing it. He's good at it. He's not so good at showing up on time (or at all) to his shifts.]
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[Fairy is a good girl. Meng Yao had been fond of her, but really, after you've killed so many people, the death of a dog has little to no effect.]
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I love you, Jin Ling.
a day later...
the dead can come back in this place
[He wouldn't suggest this to anyone else. He wouldn't think that anyone else might be able to find a way. Maybe Wei Wuxian, but, well, he's seen Wen Ning, and that's not what he has in mind.
But if anyone has the intelligence and coercion to figure out how to manipulate the porter technology? It's Meng Yao.
Maybe there is a way forward for their relationship after all.]
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[If that is what he wants, Meng Yao will work on it. The porters are easy enough to examine; what will be difficult is making contacts deep within the government. But, for Jin Ling, he will try.]
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please
[Then he wouldn't have a reason to be angry at Uncle Yao anymore. And he'd have his parents back.
He's enough of a child to be blinded by that longing enough to forget all the complications. He wants his parents. He wants to forgive the father figure who he trusted for all of his life.]
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[Which...shouldn't be difficult for him. He can play whatever part he needs to; especially with this goal in mind.]
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That'll suit you better than hot dog vendor
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I don't even know what a hot dog would look like.
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Even Sizhui will probably threaten to break his legs for being this dumb, and yet Jin Ling has walked himself right into it.]
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I can't sell those.
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Lots of people dress up their dogs here in silly costumes.
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The network says that the food is made from cows or pigs.
[Very matter of fact, as if he hadn't just worriedly looked this up to find out if people ate dogs here.]
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I have nothing against dogs.I'm not sure I would find any of it edible.
[Fresh food only please. No preservatives or weird meat mixtures.]
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I doubt I could keep the food down regardless.
[He is having trouble with food lately.]
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[Is something wrong with you?]
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[But he will be. Meng Yao isn't as strong as his fellow Cultivators and after everything, it is showing.]
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[Jin Ling starts typing "It's your arm, why can't you..." but then he remembers that the bloody guqin string had come out of somewhere. Maybe he doesn't want to know any more.
And if it's related to that time his uncle almost killed him, he isn't going to offer well-wishes.
There will be no further replies today.]
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