[PRP] For what purpose (Lan and Sengyaoi)

[keiifuu]

Senga was meditating.

After all, it seemed the only logical thing left to do after his encounter with Mengyao, which had both stolen his self-control and whittled away his patience for any other horseman contact so much that he nearly punched the first executioner who tried to get him to help with some obscure task.

So of course, after hours of sitting motionless in the canopies of War, Senga had nearly reclaimed his right to humanity and social interaction. Almost. And then Lan's voice drifted up, snagged all of his fragile focus, and shattered it to pieces. <******** everything.

"Up here." He remarked, stretching his wings and leaning over the thick branch he was sitting on. His legs were still folded in a complicated knot, and if this was in relation to what he imagined it was in relation to (since when did he get Conquest visitors for no reason at all?), he was in no rush to climb down to ground level.

Dogs knew when they were about to be punished, after all.

"Do you need something, Lan?"  

[keiifuu]

There was a long, pregnant pause.

"Are you going to try and kill me if I do?"

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[keiifuu]

There was a slow growl.

"Some say things with other plans in mind."

Nevertheless, Senga dropped gracefully from the branches and landed lightly at Lan's feet. With careful precision, he folded his wings, and in tandem, folded his arms as well.

"What is it that you need?"

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