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[threedontknows]

 

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[creeksidealtarboy]

"Yeah," he laughs. "He'd have to go get it healed. But uh...oh, who's he fucking now?"

He grins. "You think he'll care?"

[threedontknows]

He grimaces and then leans against Aaron with a low whine. "Why'd you have to bring that up and spoil my good mood? He's fucking Song Zichen now, and I'm sure he will care because I don't think Xue Yang took out all the iron nails from his skull."

[creeksidealtarboy]

Aaron wrinkles his nose and opens the door to his little bedroom. It's small, but cozy, and the pillows are decorative and far too plentiful, but he kind of loves them all.

"Nails in his fucking skull?"

[threedontknows]

He wasn't expecting Aaron to have such a plush, precious little bedroom. He's momentarily distracted by the pile of pillows, bringing one up to his face for an experimental cheek-rub.

"Mhmm. A demonic cultivation trick for binding a fierce corpse. It makes the dead more pliant."

[creeksidealtarboy]

Aaron wrinkles his nose.

"Ew. And hands off my pillows."

[threedontknows]

"No." He holds the pillow tighter and flops back onto the bed. "My pillow now. And yes, it's really gross! Demonic cultivation is really gross."

[creeksidealtarboy]

"So is fucking a guy you stuck nails in," he laughs and takes another pillow to lightly hit Huaisang on the top of his head.

[threedontknows]

"He cut out his tongue too," Huaisang gripes. "But if that's what he wants to do, I guess that's his choice."

[creeksidealtarboy]

"What? Did he not like the way his voice sounded?" he grumbles.

[threedontknows]

"It's like a..." Oh, he's heard a term that fits this...something left behind by thieves --

"A calling card! That's it. A calling card."

[creeksidealtarboy]

He groans and flops back on the bed. "Ugh, that's even worse. He's a serial killer, then?"

[threedontknows]

He nods. From what he understands of serial killers, Xue Yang might be the worst -- or the best at that particular hobby.

"When he got into demonic cultivation he started obsessing about bringing his victims back to life."

[creeksidealtarboy]

"Why?" he laughs. "That's fucking stupid. He killed them for a reason, didn't he?"

[threedontknows]

“Sure there is a— he’s an angry, insane man who didn’t get enough love as a child, that’s the reason.”

[creeksidealtarboy]

Aaron giggles a little. "Well, we're not all terrible! Us - angry, insane men who didn't get enough love as children," he tells him.

[threedontknows]

Huaisang turns onto his side and grabs Aaron by the shirt, yanking him forward and kissing him slowly. "But you're brilliant. He's stupid."

[creeksidealtarboy]

He wraps his arms around him and then yanks the pillow from his hands. "You're biased."

[threedontknows]

He yelps and automatically starts to scramble to get his pillow back.

Yes, yes he is biased.

[creeksidealtarboy]

Aaron hits him with said pillow and scrambles away.