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TOUCH MEME

From birth, human beings are wired to touch and to be touched. Whether it's a warm embrace or a reassuring hand on the shoulder, touch is an integral part of human interaction and creating bonds. Not all forms of touch are created equal however. Some are gentle and uplifting while others can be discouraging or even harmful, so one should always be mindful of the unspoken messages they intend to convey to those around them.

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prompts

With love.
With hatred.
With relief.
With uncertainty.
With happiness.
With a promise.
With an apology.
For comfort.
For good luck.
For encouragement.
On a scar.
On a falling tear.
On a bruise or injury.
After a tough day.
After a nightmare.
After an argument.
Because they are dying.
In a moment of worry.
In a moment of anger.
In a moment of sadness.
Out of annoyance.
Out of possessiveness.
To say good morning or good night.
To protect.
To keep warm.
To say hello or goodbye.
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( taken from here )

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*He was almost amused by Huaisang's defensiveness. But he also understood him. To have a friend and confidant and to no longer have them was like rending one's heart into two pieces.*

I will come and visit.

*His voice is warm and sincere as he nudges Huaisang's shoulder again.*

[It might actually please Da-ge that he had a friend who could swing a weapon again, though he hoped that no one dared to dream that that would get Huaisang to practice it.

He warmed to the other's response feeling both pleased and relieved.]

Great, I'll have to have some good food prepared for you when you come. Un...what do you like?

[He prattled on as he pointed his fan back towards Blossom Pavilion charging forward - now who could he go listen in on first?]

*Rises and follows, feeling amused that Huaisang has a lit fire under him.*

Quail, dry and spicy noodles, sugared hawthorns.

*He's expecting none of it, though. However, it would be nice to have some ideas for when Huaisang visits Lotus Pier.*

What do you like?

[Hmm. Quail and game Qinghe can do quite well. And almost everywhere has noodles. That he could work with. Or make the subordinates work with, it's all the same. Suffice to say that sometimes it is actually nice to be the second young master.]

I like dumplings. And plum wine. Though I heard that Lotus Pier makes it's own wine. We have our own brand in Qinghe too, but what is yours like?

[He already knows it's Lotus because Wei-xiong told him, but he doesn't want to admit that if it's a sore subject. He will let Jiang Cheng explain himself.]

The base is made with lotus, but depending on the region, other flavors are added. One play uses honey, another uses sweet pea.

*He smiles a bit at the thought*

It is bold and light and it will sneak up on you if you're not paying attention. You will think you have all your faculties in place, turn around and fall over drunk.

*Adds a mental note to not have Huaisang drinking on the piers and docks. Just in case.*

Ooh. Variety is good. I guess it would get dull to drink the same thing every day even if that thing was very good.

[He wouldn't be surprised if Wei-Xiong fell into a lake.]

Huh. I will have to make sure I'm sitting.

[They made their way back into Blossom Pavilion. Huaisang's eyes lit up. Most people assume Huaisang is lazy. To be fair, he's a master at procrastination and avoiding actual work. However, when something catches his interest he becomes a totally different creature.]

Might be better if I float around the room a bit, Jiang-ge. Will you be sitting in your usual spot?

*He walks with Huaisang, humming softly in agreement. Variety usually is very good. Unless Wuxian is planning to 'help.' Then it's a disaster.*

I will. Good luck.

*There's that tiny hint of a smile before he goes back to his seat, greeting a minor sect leader before sitting.*

touch me, babe

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