[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.]
[ 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. ]
[ It's either open the door now, or listen to her knock pitifully for longer before she gives up to go be drunk somewhere else. (Honestly, he'd rather keep an eye on her after how the morning and afternoon went.) ]
... fine. You may as well, at this point - my part of the room is the lower one. [ He shuts the door, makes a shooing gesture towards that corner. ]
[She brightens up considerably at that, and her shoulders relax - good, she was kind of worried he'd tell her to dream on and kick her out.]
Thank you!
[To the corner she goes. She is... definitely walking a little unsteadily, which really speaks more about how much she drank than anything else possibly could, but she's not falling all over herself, thank god.]
[ Here he comes to follow after her, taking note of the way she wobbles in her steps. But she's done this often enough, and with him around for whatever part of it it winds up being, that he honestly isn't concerned about it. So in through the "doorway" they go, his bed neatly made if disturbed from being sat on, various bowls of food and bread and bagged snacks spread out across the walled off corner that's his. ]
Thankfully. You'd make a terrible civil god in that respect. [ Imagining her as a literature god almost gives him hives, considering what his ascension likely had in store for him. ] Sit down before you fall down, Qingxuan, I'm sure you'd probably manage a concussion while without your divinity.
[ He laces his fingers and folds his hands on his chest, silent at first. ]
... I don't know. But age doesn't matter much, in the grand scheme. Someone, of the many people that we've been stuck here with, decided to make him a target.
But why, she wonders? She can't imagine he'd have done something to offend anyone. It may well be that they considered him an easy target, which is... honestly kind of sad to think about.]
How aggravating. ...there wasn't anything that could be done to stop it, was there? We were all made to sleep last night.
Anyways. Tamaki did seem to be an easy target, which doesn't necessarily mean a satisfying one. But he knows from experience that a difficult one might not be satisfying, either, so. ]
No. It didn't seem like something that could be countered, either, considering we're without our spiritual power here.
Yes. [ point blank, because by this point he was probably already considering his own murder plans to get ahead of the game ] I imagine there will be those among us considering it for the indulgence.
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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?
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... you're making a face.
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I want to stay with you tonight. [...] In case the doors lock again.
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... fine. You may as well, at this point - my part of the room is the lower one. [ He shuts the door, makes a shooing gesture towards that corner. ]
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Thank you!
[To the corner she goes. She is... definitely walking a little unsteadily, which really speaks more about how much she drank than anything else possibly could, but she's not falling all over herself, thank god.]
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[ Here he comes to follow after her, taking note of the way she wobbles in her steps. But she's done this often enough, and with him around for whatever part of it it winds up being, that he honestly isn't concerned about it. So in through the "doorway" they go, his bed neatly made if disturbed from being sat on, various bowls of food and bread and bagged snacks spread out across the walled off corner that's his. ]
How much have you had to drink?
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[Ming Yi always knows when she's gotten up to shenanigans. Then again, he's usually present for it, so he knows the signs.]
You know, I think I may have lost count. I'm the god of the winds, not the god of counting!
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[ And worse than that, in the end. ]
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[Comedic timing dictates that she trips the moment she says that and falls face-first into his bed.]
...mmph.
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But you've drunk enough to test your chances.
[ Moving to join her on the bed, at least, he drops to sit on it - then flops back to stare at the ceiling, expression completely deadpan still. ]
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...of all the people here, why would someone want to hurt that boy? He was so young...
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... I don't know. But age doesn't matter much, in the grand scheme. Someone, of the many people that we've been stuck here with, decided to make him a target.
[ Maybe he was an easy one. ]
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But why, she wonders? She can't imagine he'd have done something to offend anyone. It may well be that they considered him an easy target, which is... honestly kind of sad to think about.]
How aggravating. ...there wasn't anything that could be done to stop it, was there? We were all made to sleep last night.
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Anyways. Tamaki did seem to be an easy target, which doesn't necessarily mean a satisfying one. But he knows from experience that a difficult one might not be satisfying, either, so. ]
No. It didn't seem like something that could be countered, either, considering we're without our spiritual power here.
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[Me, knowing full well it's going to happen again.]
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[Murder is, in fact, something that people can and do indulge in, in Zhongguo. It's just a shame it has to be that way here too.]
I suppose all we can do is try to prepare for it.