He and his Lord have been relaxing in the human world for a few months now. The land has begun warming up again, spring slowly slipping into summer, and it's the perfect time to lay out a blanket in a meadow and relax.
Tianlang-Jun has been sunbathing with his eyes closed for a few hours now. Zhuzhi-Lang has been sitting by his side, as always.
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And although the scenery is indeed excellent, as his Lord always chooses the best of spots, Zhuzhi-Lang can't keep his focus—somehow, a pesky feather has gotten into Tianlang-Jun's hair.
The black, gleaming feather, with a certain rainbow shine to it—probably dropped from a raven flying overhead—adds to his Lord's complexion. It's a nice accessory, a random gift of nature, and yet...
Zhuzhi-Lang makes the swiftest move of hand to pluck the thing away.
Tianlang-Jun shifts and cracks one eye open, "Something the matter?"
"Nothing at all." Zhuzhi-Lang pretends he's fixing a crease in his sleeve, "Continue resting, my Lord."
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