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ming xiong ming xiong!
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Ming-xiong! Open up, I brought us some drinks!
[oh the problem with this setup that i realize, now that i'm writing it: shi qingxuan can't open this door. anyway, here she is with some cups and some jugs of wine from the bar.
let her in. 🥺 ]
[oh the problem with this setup that i realize, now that i'm writing it: shi qingxuan can't open this door. anyway, here she is with some cups and some jugs of wine from the bar.
let her in. 🥺 ]
[ time for another PC
By which I mean, He Xuan was promised breakfast. "Was he promised or did Qingxuan just try to bribe him into it?" It was a promise, basically, and he has an act to uphold here as Ming Yi. So once Qingxuan has gotten done with socializing with the "sins," she can find him standing with his arms crossed at the exit, brow raised, just a little. ]
You told me it was morning.
By which I mean, He Xuan was promised breakfast. "Was he promised or did Qingxuan just try to bribe him into it?" It was a promise, basically, and he has an act to uphold here as Ming Yi. So once Qingxuan has gotten done with socializing with the "sins," she can find him standing with his arms crossed at the exit, brow raised, just a little. ]
You told me it was morning.
[Shi Qingxuan looks delighted that Ming Yi not only remembered what she said, but didn't try to avoid her, so. With a bright smile, she nods and starts for the direction of the kitchen.]
That's what Lust said, anyway. So - let's find something tasty! What do you feel like eating today, Ming-xiong?
That's what Lust said, anyway. So - let's find something tasty! What do you feel like eating today, Ming-xiong?
[Shi Qingxuan is on her way back to her room! She passes He Xuan in the hall, and greets him because ... well, she always does.]
Oh, hi Ming-xiong!
[...but then, strangely, she keeps walking?
Maybe if she just plays it cool he won't notice the blood on the front of her robes.]
Oh, hi Ming-xiong!
[...but then, strangely, she keeps walking?
Maybe if she just plays it cool he won't notice the blood on the front of her robes.]
[ She's hi-byed him before, so he almost doesn't think anything of it.
Until he catches sight of that red that's out of place, and his hand snaps out to grab her by her belt. ]
What did you do.
Until he catches sight of that red that's out of place, and his hand snaps out to grab her by her belt. ]
What did you do.
[They'll be here for curfew, so we'll just pretend that this is either during curfew if no one else is there with them or pre-curfew before the others show up if other people do pile in. Anyway, here they are at the planetarium!
Shi Qingxuan is dragging He Xuan around, as she does.]
Have you seen the stars here yet, Ming-xiong? They're really pretty!
Shi Qingxuan is dragging He Xuan around, as she does.]
Have you seen the stars here yet, Ming-xiong? They're really pretty!
[ Minding his own business, He Xuan has had any number of people suddenly show up where he's trying to get some peace and quiet. Wallowing in your feelings, embracing your despair, and all that. Indulging. But of course Shi Qingxuan finds him and drags him along elsewhere.
Aight, he guesses. ]
No. I take it you're going to show me them.
Aight, he guesses. ]
No. I take it you're going to show me them.
[At some point, Shi Qingxuan split off from her emotional support goth (probably to get something to drink) (she's been drinking so heavily, she might actually be hungover tomorrow, I haven't decided yet).
Now she's looking for him again, her cheeks flushed from the alcohol and a nervous tone in her voice as she knocks on his door and calls out to him.]
Ming-xiong? Are you there?
Now she's looking for him again, her cheeks flushed from the alcohol and a nervous tone in her voice as she knocks on his door and calls out to him.]
Ming-xiong? Are you there?
[ Unlike the first time, He Xuan at least doesn't ignore the knocking right off the bat. He does consider it, but... there's less time, between her knock and him answering the door this go around. And he doesn't even bother with standing in the doorway first, instead opening the door, granting her entry. ]
... you're making a face.
... you're making a face.
[ When you've spent most of the past 48 hours together, it isn't hard for him to find himself drawn back to Qingxuan's side where she's milling around the elevator. He's got something on hand, though it's hard to tell what it is, other one holding his shovel propped against his shoulder still. ]
Hand. [ give it ]
Hand. [ give it ]
[wow! this is a terrible weekend.
surprising absolutely no one, shi qingxuan looks pretty down in the dumps about how everything turned out. what might actually come as a surprise is that she's not drowning herself in alcohol (yet, anyway). instead, she's at the vending machine, tapping out orders.
there are a few things that she's already ordered? ming yi may recognize them as things he's eaten in front of her before. apparently she's stocking up.
(she's absolutely planning on tracking him down and bribing him with food to hang out with her.)]
surprising absolutely no one, shi qingxuan looks pretty down in the dumps about how everything turned out. what might actually come as a surprise is that she's not drowning herself in alcohol (yet, anyway). instead, she's at the vending machine, tapping out orders.
there are a few things that she's already ordered? ming yi may recognize them as things he's eaten in front of her before. apparently she's stocking up.
(she's absolutely planning on tracking him down and bribing him with food to hang out with her.)]
What are you doing.
[ His voice is sudden from behind her, his arms crossed, because he has eyes and he sees all of this food that she's ordering. ]
[ His voice is sudden from behind her, his arms crossed, because he has eyes and he sees all of this food that she's ordering. ]
[here they are in the opium den because it's funny...
i just ctrl+f'd opium in my tgcf pdf and nothing came up so i'm going with she doesn't know what that is. wine is her vice of choice, anyway! (she's already had a little today.) (she's a bit tipsier than she normally would be, for having just had a little.)
anyway, the carpet and walls are red, and this room is full of fancy-looking things, so. she blinks for a moment.]
...did we somehow end up in the Ghost City...
i just ctrl+f'd opium in my tgcf pdf and nothing came up so i'm going with she doesn't know what that is. wine is her vice of choice, anyway! (she's already had a little today.) (she's a bit tipsier than she normally would be, for having just had a little.)
anyway, the carpet and walls are red, and this room is full of fancy-looking things, so. she blinks for a moment.]
...did we somehow end up in the Ghost City...
[ Unfortunately for me, He Xuan probably knows what opium is, because it was used medicinally and recreationally, and he's a goddamn nerd. He also spends enough time in Ghost City, whether he likes it or not.
So he's... in an interesting limbo, of being comfortable and annoyed by the familiarity. But hearing her voice, he goes from flipping through the book to look up at her, snapping it shut easily in one hand - the other holds the brick absently. ]
I'd rather not be in Ghost City right now, to be honest. I owe him too much money.
[ ... hm. Don't like that. ]
So he's... in an interesting limbo, of being comfortable and annoyed by the familiarity. But hearing her voice, he goes from flipping through the book to look up at her, snapping it shut easily in one hand - the other holds the brick absently. ]
I'd rather not be in Ghost City right now, to be honest. I owe him too much money.
[ ... hm. Don't like that. ]
[Here we are, the only two clowns in the circus at curfew per flurry! Shi Qingxuan is lingering near the door as it gets later and later, trying it from time to time - and this time, it doesn't open.]
...ahaha, we're locked in again...
[The posters advertising a death defying show for Friday should be another indication that it's time. They're plastered along the walls now, and she takes a breath. It's fine. She just needs to think of this like it's something they're investigating, the way they did back home. Maybe it's the actions of the others like them, rather than resentful ghosts, but...]
...ahaha, we're locked in again...
[The posters advertising a death defying show for Friday should be another indication that it's time. They're plastered along the walls now, and she takes a breath. It's fine. She just needs to think of this like it's something they're investigating, the way they did back home. Maybe it's the actions of the others like them, rather than resentful ghosts, but...]
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[ He Xuan regards the door and Qingxuan's tries absently, leaning on his shovel with his cheek against the flat of the spade while he watches. Not exactly what he was expecting, for his evening, but at least it's going to be... interesting, probably. The door locking doesn't surprise him. ]
I had a feeling we would be. [ He says it evenly, remaining calm and almost impassive. ] So someone's going to die tonight.
[ There's no move for him to try and wedge his shovel in the door, since he has a feeling it won't work. Instead, he glances at the circus around them, eyes tracking and taking in the area around them as it is. ]
I had a feeling we would be. [ He says it evenly, remaining calm and almost impassive. ] So someone's going to die tonight.
[ There's no move for him to try and wedge his shovel in the door, since he has a feeling it won't work. Instead, he glances at the circus around them, eyes tracking and taking in the area around them as it is. ]
Qingxuan.
[ The common room bar is the first place he expects to find her, so He Xuan - goes, once he's washed his mouth out and spent a little time away from other people. It also means that waiting a while probably clears the room of other people, since she's always had the ability to draw people to her. There's no remorse for how the day played out, the same detachment to the people from last week still there this week, though he's a little annoyed by the fact they couldn't figure out who killed Grell.
Not that it matters, now. The voting is over. The dead are dead. They failed another investigation.
He stands in the doorway with his arms crossed, closed off, watching her. ]
[ The common room bar is the first place he expects to find her, so He Xuan - goes, once he's washed his mouth out and spent a little time away from other people. It also means that waiting a while probably clears the room of other people, since she's always had the ability to draw people to her. There's no remorse for how the day played out, the same detachment to the people from last week still there this week, though he's a little annoyed by the fact they couldn't figure out who killed Grell.
Not that it matters, now. The voting is over. The dead are dead. They failed another investigation.
He stands in the doorway with his arms crossed, closed off, watching her. ]
[She's drunk out of her mind. I don't know what to tell you.
Specifically, she's slumped over at the bar, several empty jugs and bottles strewn around her. There have been a few people coming and going, so it's possible that they're not all hers. But enough of them are.
When he speaks, she turns her head in his direction, but doesn't raise it from the bar.]
...Ming-xiong...
Specifically, she's slumped over at the bar, several empty jugs and bottles strewn around her. There have been a few people coming and going, so it's possible that they're not all hers. But enough of them are.
When he speaks, she turns her head in his direction, but doesn't raise it from the bar.]
...Ming-xiong...
[Well.
Shi Qingxuan, who was unconscious the whole way here, just kind of takes a nap inside the pod, I guess. She has no idea what's going on.
Not until around three hours later, when she opens her eyes and finds herself inside of one. She doesn't immediately put together what's happened; instead, her breath catches, and He Xuan, wherever he's sitting as he waits for the pod to finish up, will hear some rapid pounding as she attempts to open it up from the inside.
when he does open it up, he'll see that she, uh, looks pretty freaked out! Wow! Last she remembered, she was about to die! She's definitely crying. Have fun with that.
But, on the plus side, there doesn't appear to be so much as a single mark on her.]
Shi Qingxuan, who was unconscious the whole way here, just kind of takes a nap inside the pod, I guess. She has no idea what's going on.
Not until around three hours later, when she opens her eyes and finds herself inside of one. She doesn't immediately put together what's happened; instead, her breath catches, and He Xuan, wherever he's sitting as he waits for the pod to finish up, will hear some rapid pounding as she attempts to open it up from the inside.
when he does open it up, he'll see that she, uh, looks pretty freaked out! Wow! Last she remembered, she was about to die! She's definitely crying. Have fun with that.
But, on the plus side, there doesn't appear to be so much as a single mark on her.]
[ What a fun three hours and five minutes we all have had. Three hours in the pod is what she deserves for the three hours of execution that you put us through.
Between one moment and the next, where He Xuan is settled with his cheek propped on his fist, he doesn't realize what's happened while he's just - waiting. Not until he hears the movement, sitting upright abruptly and locking eyes on her where she's trying to get out. It's an immediate reaction after that, him getting up to his feet and going to get the pod opened.
Of course she's panicked, considering the last thing she was facing. But he reaches out, grabbing her face. ]
Stop it. You're fine. [ That could stand to be more snappish than it even remotely is, you know, He Xuan. ]
Between one moment and the next, where He Xuan is settled with his cheek propped on his fist, he doesn't realize what's happened while he's just - waiting. Not until he hears the movement, sitting upright abruptly and locking eyes on her where she's trying to get out. It's an immediate reaction after that, him getting up to his feet and going to get the pod opened.
Of course she's panicked, considering the last thing she was facing. But he reaches out, grabbing her face. ]
Stop it. You're fine. [ That could stand to be more snappish than it even remotely is, you know, He Xuan. ]
[Where's He Xuan? Shi Qingxuan is looking for him this fine Monday morning, clutching something in one hand that looks like it's made of gold. She looks a little disturbed, but let's be real, when doesn't she look disturbed, lately?
When she spots him, she calls out - ]
Ming-xiong?
When she spots him, she calls out - ]
Ming-xiong?
[ The garden seems to be his new place to hang out in, for the time being. He took one look at the jail cell and left, so he's just - sitting on one of the benches with his shovel. Considering what he received, he's a little more solemn than usual, not that it's easy to tell, at a glance.
He does look up after a beat when Qingxuan calls, looking at her, then down. ]
What?
He does look up after a beat when Qingxuan calls, looking at her, then down. ]
What?
[Three men are dead, but like.
Shi Qingxuan is looking for He Xuan! When she spots him, she tries to creep up on him as quietly as possible so she can hug him from behind.]
Ming-xiong!
Shi Qingxuan is looking for He Xuan! When she spots him, she tries to creep up on him as quietly as possible so she can hug him from behind.]
Ming-xiong!
[ He Xuan is... distracted, actually! He's traveling between rooms, and his back is to her, so she gets the drop on him. There's no one else that would even dare to come up to him like this - even if there are people that are tactile with him, no one that would hug him - so even before she calls for him, he knows who it is. ]
Qingxuan.
Qingxuan.
[Well. Trial's over, they're off to wherever, and Shi Qingxuan is sticking as close to He Xuan as possible, because of course she is.
Once they're out of earshot of anyone else - ]
How was it not him? It all seemed to fit at the end.
[Or maybe she just wanted it to...?
Ah, that's an unpleasant thought.]
Once they're out of earshot of anyone else - ]
How was it not him? It all seemed to fit at the end.
[Or maybe she just wanted it to...?
Ah, that's an unpleasant thought.]
[ He Xuan keeps walking as they leave, grip white knuckled on his shovel and fingers a little bloody from when he picked it up. He's livid, but has done well to keep it off of his face and out of his general mannerisms for all nine hours that they were stuck in that room with a bunch of idiots. There are a few, more pleasant thoughts towards a number of them, more than he expected when he got here, but still.
That someone would take his things, would do something like this, he's - ]
He admitted to being a murderer, regardless. Even if he saw what he did as helping people, apparently, for whatever that means. The evidence started to fit into place, and Gu Yun doesn't seem the sort to baselessly accuse someone.
[ Finally, he flexes his hands on the shovel, eyes straight ahead. ]
Perhaps we're not meant to truly vote at all. [ The wry cynicism is there, and notable. ]
That someone would take his things, would do something like this, he's - ]
He admitted to being a murderer, regardless. Even if he saw what he did as helping people, apparently, for whatever that means. The evidence started to fit into place, and Gu Yun doesn't seem the sort to baselessly accuse someone.
[ Finally, he flexes his hands on the shovel, eyes straight ahead. ]
Perhaps we're not meant to truly vote at all. [ The wry cynicism is there, and notable. ]
[ IT'S TIME
Which is to say! Shi Qingxuan is not letting go of He Xuan's arm, even as they leave the execution - unless he shakes her off, in which case, fair. But she's still sticking close, regardless.
Which will probably make it easier for the memory to hit whenever we feel is an appropriately dramatic time. For now, though... where are they headed?]
Which is to say! Shi Qingxuan is not letting go of He Xuan's arm, even as they leave the execution - unless he shakes her off, in which case, fair. But she's still sticking close, regardless.
Which will probably make it easier for the memory to hit whenever we feel is an appropriately dramatic time. For now, though... where are they headed?]
[ They're heading away from the conference room - probably off to the sleep bay, to get away from people, to go over yet another fucked up weekend. A framejob, Fukuda's status as a serial killer, a long-winded execution...
A long week, full of memories that he hasn't asked for and hasn't wanted to share.
And, honestly, after all that buildup? Maybe it just has come to an end. ]
And we thought listening to HK-47 was exhausting.
A long week, full of memories that he hasn't asked for and hasn't wanted to share.
And, honestly, after all that buildup? Maybe it just has come to an end. ]
And we thought listening to HK-47 was exhausting.
[When Shi Qingxuan wakes the next morning, she is perhaps surprisingly refreshed - she'd expected to not be able to sleep through the night at all, but that doesn't seem to be what's happened.
Remembering, though - that does make her a little weary in and of itself, just because of what she remembers. What he remembers, really - she can only recall it through his eyes.
(Is that what's waiting for her, when she leaves this place...?)
...there's only one person in this place who knows the whole story, though. And whatever he saw, whatever she did - will do? - and whatever her brother's done, she needs to know about it.
Why is he allowed to know nothing, He Xuan had yelled in that memory, and...
...here she is, still knowing nothing.
No more, though.
When she does finally find him, she opens her mouth to speak, and then chokes on the wrong name. No. Not Ming-xiong.]
...He Xuan?
[She hates how unsure she sounds.]
Remembering, though - that does make her a little weary in and of itself, just because of what she remembers. What he remembers, really - she can only recall it through his eyes.
(Is that what's waiting for her, when she leaves this place...?)
...there's only one person in this place who knows the whole story, though. And whatever he saw, whatever she did - will do? - and whatever her brother's done, she needs to know about it.
Why is he allowed to know nothing, He Xuan had yelled in that memory, and...
...here she is, still knowing nothing.
No more, though.
When she does finally find him, she opens her mouth to speak, and then chokes on the wrong name. No. Not Ming-xiong.]
...He Xuan?
[She hates how unsure she sounds.]
[ Going right back to pretending that everything is fine is easy. He Xuan has always been a good actor, at least since his death, and he knows how to go through the motions. He spends time with other people, he gets bullied into yet more rormcoms, and he just - exists. It feels a lot like what happened to him after he ripped off Shi Wudu's head.
But here they are.
He doesn't look up from where he's making himself numerous bags of popcorn for the salad bowl that he's gotten. But he does stop moving, hands stilling as he hears that tentative voice.
You've called the wrong person.
... He Xuan? ]
I suppose you've come to ask questions.
But here they are.
He doesn't look up from where he's making himself numerous bags of popcorn for the salad bowl that he's gotten. But he does stop moving, hands stilling as he hears that tentative voice.
You've called the wrong person.
... He Xuan? ]
I suppose you've come to ask questions.
[So like... it's at some point in the evening after what could be considered dinnertime, and Shi Qingxuan is once again looking for He Xuan! She's dressed in a very pretty getup, but also, she's exceedingly pale and looks supremely freaked out, so that's not great.
Once she does spot him, she just. Grips his sleeve. It's fine.]
...you - you haven't spent much time with Gluttony, have you?
Once she does spot him, she just. Grips his sleeve. It's fine.]
...you - you haven't spent much time with Gluttony, have you?
[ Unfortunately for him, there's a number of people that would come up and grab onto him in a variety of ways, now. But He Xuan knows Qingxuan, and stops his trek to wherever he's going when he feels the pull on his sleeve, looking down at her.
He's struck by the pretty getup, but the pallor catches his eye a lot faster. ]
I haven't even spoken to them. Why? What did they do? [ Because he's guessing they did something, for her to be shaken like that. ]
He's struck by the pretty getup, but the pallor catches his eye a lot faster. ]
I haven't even spoken to them. Why? What did they do? [ Because he's guessing they did something, for her to be shaken like that. ]
[ Now that you've been in agony for hours - ]
library
i'm still here
library
i'm still here
[After finding out from someone else what this week's effect is (because she honestly wasn't noticing on her own), Shi Qingxuan had very seriously debated avoiding He Xuan this week, if only so he wasn't forced to be kind to her.
But... some things have happened, so she sets off in search of him on Tuesday. When she finds him, she clears her throat.]
...do you have a minute?
But... some things have happened, so she sets off in search of him on Tuesday. When she finds him, she clears her throat.]
...do you have a minute?
[ He's easy enough to find, at least for her - considering how well she knows him, despite his evasiveness this week to avoid anyone he has to be nice to without reason - and He Xuan stops to look at her when he hears her clear her throat.
... well. ]
Something the matter?
... well. ]
Something the matter?
[Generally speaking, envy is not a sin that comes easily to Shi Qingxuan.
But there are exceptions. The night before, with Meg - she can't say that it was unenjoyable, but she can't say that she wasn't jealous, either. And then today, while working on their arts and crafts, looking up occasionally and spotting the two of them together -
She's jealous. She knows she is. It doesn't suit her, but by now, she can identify that feeling.
So, what to do from here? The healthier thing would probably be to let it go - to leave it for a week when they can actually speak freely, when they're not forced to be kind. But this is exactly the sort of feeling she's supposed to be acknowledging and indulging in, so against her better judgment...
...at some point, once they're finished up with the arts and crafts, she looks for He Xuan. And when she spots him, she reaches for his sleeve.
She doesn't even ask first. Rude, SQX.]
But there are exceptions. The night before, with Meg - she can't say that it was unenjoyable, but she can't say that she wasn't jealous, either. And then today, while working on their arts and crafts, looking up occasionally and spotting the two of them together -
She's jealous. She knows she is. It doesn't suit her, but by now, she can identify that feeling.
So, what to do from here? The healthier thing would probably be to let it go - to leave it for a week when they can actually speak freely, when they're not forced to be kind. But this is exactly the sort of feeling she's supposed to be acknowledging and indulging in, so against her better judgment...
...at some point, once they're finished up with the arts and crafts, she looks for He Xuan. And when she spots him, she reaches for his sleeve.
She doesn't even ask first. Rude, SQX.]
[ Hands clean of any clay outside of the simulation room, and thankfully fully formed, He Xuan retreats from the clay mouths and casual tactile gestures with Meg. His routine Wednesday torture finished, he has every intention of going back to his and White's room to wait for what comes next. Make Thursday plans.
And yet, Qingxuan catches him before he can go anywhere. His eyes drop down to the sleeve, before up to her face. There's a beat, another, and then he comes to a full stop, looking as unaffected as ever despite what yesterday brought them. His collar is high enough to hide the marks, his sleeves neatly in place, everything in order. But... he knows her.
He turns his arm against her touch, to curl his fingers against her wrist. ]
Qingxuan?
And yet, Qingxuan catches him before he can go anywhere. His eyes drop down to the sleeve, before up to her face. There's a beat, another, and then he comes to a full stop, looking as unaffected as ever despite what yesterday brought them. His collar is high enough to hide the marks, his sleeves neatly in place, everything in order. But... he knows her.
He turns his arm against her touch, to curl his fingers against her wrist. ]
Qingxuan?
[im sorry for the spam please feel free to leave her on read if you're busy]
got a glitched receipt for envy which happened when people vanished last week
my messages wont send to any other avatars
are you ok ?
got a glitched receipt for envy which happened when people vanished last week
my messages wont send to any other avatars
are you ok ?
[ message could not be -
no I'm kidding ]
i'm fine, still here and nothing's happened to me that i've noticed.
none of them can be reached?
no I'm kidding ]
i'm fine, still here and nothing's happened to me that i've noticed.
none of them can be reached?
[What a week!
After everything that's gone on today, is it any wonder that Shi Qingxuan is more than a little ill-at-ease? Four of the Avatars almost died. Did die? They came back. And someone else is likely going to be dying tonight, too...
She's pacing back and forth in her room, like an idiot. Ugh. Poor He Xuan, stuck with this mess.]
After everything that's gone on today, is it any wonder that Shi Qingxuan is more than a little ill-at-ease? Four of the Avatars almost died. Did die? They came back. And someone else is likely going to be dying tonight, too...
She's pacing back and forth in her room, like an idiot. Ugh. Poor He Xuan, stuck with this mess.]
[ They're meant to be heading out, before too long, to go settle in for their curfew plans. He Xuan watches her go back and forth, back and forth, cheek propped on his fist lazily as she goes. Frankly, he has no real connection to any of the Avatars here - Despair's numbers are largely fine, still, so he hasn't been particularly concerned about any of it. ]
Qingxuan. [ ma'am ] Qingxuan.
Qingxuan. [ ma'am ] Qingxuan.
[rng gave me the library! she checks the kitchen first and is surprised not to find him there, tbh. but the library is the second place she checks, and there he is.
well! time to get to it.]
He Xuan?
well! time to get to it.]
He Xuan?
[ He's settled, wedged into one of the plush chairs with a stack of books that he's currently flipping through. Hearing his name - his actual name - he glances up at her and shuts the book currently in his hands. ]
Hm?
Hm?
[Shi Qingxuan is hobbling down the hall of the (spins wheel) fifth floor, heading for the elevator with He Xuan's shovel as a crutch, when she's swept up onto someone's shoulder.]
Aaaack—?!
[Well, immediately, she tries to smack whoever it is with her good arm.
And then she recognizes the clothing he's wearing.]
—He-xiong?! [a beat.] Uh, I mean...
Aaaack—?!
[Well, immediately, she tries to smack whoever it is with her good arm.
And then she recognizes the clothing he's wearing.]
—He-xiong?! [a beat.] Uh, I mean...
[
He should, probably, react to that negatively. But He Xuan instead holds one hand against her back so that she doesn't slide off his shoulder, the other snagging his shovel so that it doesn't go clattering to the floor for the second time in less than a week. ]
I've humored you long enough, Qingxuan. [ She... clearly gets away with calling him that! ] Time to take a break from your hobbling around.
He should, probably, react to that negatively. But He Xuan instead holds one hand against her back so that she doesn't slide off his shoulder, the other snagging his shovel so that it doesn't go clattering to the floor for the second time in less than a week. ]
I've humored you long enough, Qingxuan. [ She... clearly gets away with calling him that! ] Time to take a break from your hobbling around.
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