On this fine afternoon, Li Lianhua really wasn't expecting to be treated to such a show without even having to leave the comfort of his own porch. The price of admission - having to hear that haunting, unnatural whispering on the wind - is barely paid when Di Feisheng takes unsurprisingly direct and very funny action against it. He watches that tussle, calmly sipping his tea and deeply satisfied in the knowledge that everyone is getting exactly what they deserve out of this. It's not all civilized board games and verbally leading him around by the nose with Di Feisheng, is it? That man is as untamed and fierce as the shape he's taken and it's about time Iris learned that much.
Di Feisheng will probably not learn anything good from this, but it's hard treating two afflictions with the same medicine.
That she thinks some scolding or posturing can dissuade Di Feisheng from his goal is worth only an amused shake of his head. Has she really not figured out who she's dealing with, yet? Ah well, he shouldn't expect too much of her. The foolhardy scruffing, at least, is a bold and novel enough technique executed on Di Feisheng to be acknowledged with an involuntarily impressed raising of his cup to his lips. Just in time for him to nearly choke on his tea when she climbs him like a donkey. The sheer absurdity of that hasn't even had time to fall on one side of hilarity or wincing second-hand embarrassment when the glint of steel against the panther's neck changes the tenor of the spectacle significantly. Li Lianhua's teacup comes down hard on the table with the force of his watchful tension, now poised to act, though he refrains from involving himself with some pointless nattering that is likely to surprise only one of these fools. Di Feisheng has exactly as long as it takes Iris to shift her weight into the press of the blade to get out of this scrape on his own.
Admittedly, he too hadn't expected her to tip her hand quite so viciously over that thing. Even if it's possible that she still doesn't realize who she's facing, she's usually more careful to maintain her cloyingly pleasant act. How interesting. For the first time since feeling a shiver run down his back at hearing those ephemeral lines of poetry, Li Lianhua is a bit curious to get a better look at this little treasure-- If this ends without someone's blood spilled, anyway.
A river bending its knee to the sharp cliff wears it down... you big blockhead. As Di Feisheng heeds his unspoken terse instruction and lands Iris in the dirt, his grip on the cup eases and he leans back with a pleased, if a little relieved smirk on his lips. Her quick recovery is unsurprising and the rock, while passably well aimed, is just a cheap parting shot, can't possibly be a match for Di Feisheng's superior reflexes. But truthfully Li Lianhua isn't disappointed to see him make for home after all that. As the panther leaps through the open window, Li Lianhua stands and brushes some invisible speck of dust off his robes, unable to resist a glance over to his neighbor. It's a shame he can't make out her expression too well, but he knows just what will make it worse. With a mocking shrug of apology, he follows Di Feisheng inside.
Only now does he spot the fine line of blood glistening in the dark fur and so the first thing he utters isn't some sarcastic congratulations, but an annoyed click of his tongue. All that and he couldn't even get away unscathed? He'd hope that this would instill some respect for her claws in Di Feisheng, but he knows it will only make him want to go another round with that woman. So troublesome.
"Are you proud of yourself?" Li Lianhua chides the panther and gives him a not very gentle slap on his behind for his efforts. But seeing the mangled remains of his hard-earned trophy in his clutches does remind him of the fun they've just both had and Li Lianhua shakes his head, huffing a resigned, appreciative laugh. "You're really something else, Di-mengzhu. Hey, let me get a look at this." Without waiting for permission, he bends to pick up the mess of bones and string.
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Date: 2024-05-06 03:47 pm (UTC)Di Feisheng will probably not learn anything good from this, but it's hard treating two afflictions with the same medicine.
That she thinks some scolding or posturing can dissuade Di Feisheng from his goal is worth only an amused shake of his head. Has she really not figured out who she's dealing with, yet? Ah well, he shouldn't expect too much of her. The foolhardy scruffing, at least, is a bold and novel enough technique executed on Di Feisheng to be acknowledged with an involuntarily impressed raising of his cup to his lips. Just in time for him to nearly choke on his tea when she climbs him like a donkey. The sheer absurdity of that hasn't even had time to fall on one side of hilarity or wincing second-hand embarrassment when the glint of steel against the panther's neck changes the tenor of the spectacle significantly. Li Lianhua's teacup comes down hard on the table with the force of his watchful tension, now poised to act, though he refrains from involving himself with some pointless nattering that is likely to surprise only one of these fools. Di Feisheng has exactly as long as it takes Iris to shift her weight into the press of the blade to get out of this scrape on his own.
Admittedly, he too hadn't expected her to tip her hand quite so viciously over that thing. Even if it's possible that she still doesn't realize who she's facing, she's usually more careful to maintain her cloyingly pleasant act. How interesting. For the first time since feeling a shiver run down his back at hearing those ephemeral lines of poetry, Li Lianhua is a bit curious to get a better look at this little treasure-- If this ends without someone's blood spilled, anyway.
A river bending its knee to the sharp cliff wears it down... you big blockhead. As Di Feisheng heeds his unspoken terse instruction and lands Iris in the dirt, his grip on the cup eases and he leans back with a pleased, if a little relieved smirk on his lips. Her quick recovery is unsurprising and the rock, while passably well aimed, is just a cheap parting shot, can't possibly be a match for Di Feisheng's superior reflexes. But truthfully Li Lianhua isn't disappointed to see him make for home after all that. As the panther leaps through the open window, Li Lianhua stands and brushes some invisible speck of dust off his robes, unable to resist a glance over to his neighbor. It's a shame he can't make out her expression too well, but he knows just what will make it worse. With a mocking shrug of apology, he follows Di Feisheng inside.
Only now does he spot the fine line of blood glistening in the dark fur and so the first thing he utters isn't some sarcastic congratulations, but an annoyed click of his tongue. All that and he couldn't even get away unscathed? He'd hope that this would instill some respect for her claws in Di Feisheng, but he knows it will only make him want to go another round with that woman. So troublesome.
"Are you proud of yourself?" Li Lianhua chides the panther and gives him a not very gentle slap on his behind for his efforts. But seeing the mangled remains of his hard-earned trophy in his clutches does remind him of the fun they've just both had and Li Lianhua shakes his head, huffing a resigned, appreciative laugh. "You're really something else, Di-mengzhu. Hey, let me get a look at this." Without waiting for permission, he bends to pick up the mess of bones and string.