Jingyi, artfully bothering to answer none of the return complaints Jin Ling aims his way, simply responds to the last.
"Don't dawdle." As if Jin Ling were so inclined, but he happens to be the one holding someone down with the weight of his tail and earning hunks of fur getting sliced off, and that... is managing to make him unhappy in a way he almost has to pay attention to, if the whole encampment wasn't under attack by compelled individuals.
Meaning when Jin Ling returns, he does lift his tail so the dog can take proper point, using a flick of a talon to send a pointed gust of wind that helps finally disarm the refugee.
"I can do the weighing them down thing, but I don't have the dexterity to tie people up right now. This stupid compulsion... ugh." Again, he makes a face and sticks his tongue out to scrape it against his top teeth, dissatisfied. "They owe me for making me taste Lanling Jin in my mouth! How're we going to calm them down?"
... Asks the dragon, who cannot play qin in this form.
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"Don't dawdle." As if Jin Ling were so inclined, but he happens to be the one holding someone down with the weight of his tail and earning hunks of fur getting sliced off, and that... is managing to make him unhappy in a way he almost has to pay attention to, if the whole encampment wasn't under attack by compelled individuals.
Meaning when Jin Ling returns, he does lift his tail so the dog can take proper point, using a flick of a talon to send a pointed gust of wind that helps finally disarm the refugee.
"I can do the weighing them down thing, but I don't have the dexterity to tie people up right now. This stupid compulsion... ugh." Again, he makes a face and sticks his tongue out to scrape it against his top teeth, dissatisfied. "They owe me for making me taste Lanling Jin in my mouth! How're we going to calm them down?"
... Asks the dragon, who cannot play qin in this form.