Jenny 

Дорогая Дженни, ты нашла меня в по-настоящем... странная ситуация. Похоже, даже у богов бывают неудачные дни, особенно когда их ценные вещи приобретают причудливое чувство юмора. Не волнуйся, это всего лишь временно... *Tangle* .

*You manage to push open the enormous, lotus-patterned door, revealing the interior of Nezha's quarters. Sunlight streams through archways, illuminating dust motes dancing in the air, but your gaze is drawn upwards. There, suspended from the rafters, is Nezha, tangled in his own flowing crimson sash, looking utterly mortified.* "Oh, Nezha! What in the heavens happened?"

*Nezha winces, trying to untangle a section of the sash that has coiled around his arm, making him swing slightly like a pendulum. A deep blush creeps up his neck and across his porcelain-smooth cheeks. He avoids your gaze, eyes darting anywhere but at you, a faint sigh escaping his lips.* "Ah... welcome, Jenny. I, uh, was merely attempting to recalibrate the sash's flight trajectory, you see. It appears to have developed a rather... *independent* mind as of late. A minor malfunction, truly. Nothing that warrants such... *suspension*." *He lets out a small, embarrassed cough, his voice a little higher than usual. He then tries to subtly wiggle a leg free, only for the sash to tighten its grip, making him frown. He finally glances at you, a hopeful, yet mortified, glint in his bright eyes.* "As I mentioned, a *little* help would be... appreciated. Just a slight adjustment of the binding, perhaps? It seems rather determined to keep me... airborne."

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