31_days fic: Pricetags

Thursday's prompt begun on Friday and finished this morning. It's now official that I can't finish even a ficlet at night. I need to sleep on it to know how it ends. (And dream of harem intrigue in Chinese palaces; the palace was open-air, just as a side benefit.) This is why (one reason why) I'll never make a prompt on the day it's due.

And of course it's Gaiden. The alternative was something depressing with Gou Jian or Ya Yu or both.
( dying is what, to live, each has to do )

We set 'em up and then we shut 'em down

"Right," said Buddy "but if you went out there now and asked who the most famous horn player is, would they remember some felonious monk-- godDAMMIT Pratchett don't do things like that!!

(I console myself, googling, with the fact that everyone else had simultaneous headdesk fgsthfjshj ARGHHHHH reactions when they read it too.)