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Gu Zi smiled despite his two father’s arguing back and forth. What they were saying didn’t matter much, the little boy was simply contemptuous with the fact they were both in the same room. It had been over a year since his ghostly father had finally returned, yet he still made up every excuse why they couldn’t go “see that idiot Yongan Prince”. Finally it had come to the child pleading, telling him how when he was gone Lang Qian Qiu had taken care of him and personally taught him. Not only that but had tried to teach him a bit of cultivation (Gu Zi, however, much preferred his lessons in reading then fighting). His father had shook his head, stomped his feet, rolled his eyes, insulted the god, or a combination of the four.
Qi Rong had not given in to him, per se, but one day the god had shown up at their house. Something must’ve shifted, and Gu Zi wasn’t sure if it was his puppy dog eyes or the fake tears that finally gave him his victory.
Unfortunately the two had started with ignoring each other. Then moved to glaring and finally they were on the stage of conversing with each other (even if it involved many swears on one side while the other got extremely flushed and looked as if he was going to strike at any moment).
Nonetheless, progress was progress, and after Gu Zi very gently asked for something to eat the two quieted their bickering.
“How many meals do you need in a day, cheap son, or should I call you expensive son instead! You’ve already had one this morning” He grumped, but obviously was already heading to the kitchen (another thing that changed in the past year was his father’s eating habits, they tended to actually have real people food instead of real people as food).
“Three meals. I can’t believe that you parent this child”
Well, perhaps they continued with fighting the subject matter just changed.
“I see you don’t know a joke when it hits you in your fuck-fricking stupid face.”
“…Did you?” Lang Qian Qiu struggled to find words.
“Did I what, you fool?!” Qi Rong snapped back.
“… It’s thoughtful of you to try and change your vocabulary around the kid. It shows-“
“I didn't do shit! Asshole!”
“It was a compliment” He muttered under his breath, but Qi Rong had left the room and now was already too far away to hear. One would have to be completely oblivious to not notice the way the god’s shoulders sagged.
“It’s okay god dad; if dad didn’t want you here he wouldn’t invite you over,” He gently tugged on Lang Qian Qiu’s robes.
“Ha, sometimes I wonder-“
“Really it’s okay! We’re a family now,” He insisted.
“A family?” He paused, as if the words were foreign, before breaking out into a soft smile of his own “That sounds nice. Might take a bit longer though,” Despite the words his expression didn’t change.
Gu Zi was happy. He had a little family; it wasn’t perfect (and it “might take a bit longer” for the two to get along) but it was his. They’d be alright.