Hahahaha! I didn't think you'd be worried about me, Nero!
[ He is upside-down. Why is he upside-down? It looks like he's... doing a handstand? He is doing handstand pushups. ]
I'm as fit as a fiddle and as fine as ever. And you? [ He is standing on one hand now. ] Still uh, what did they call it? Shitposting? That's what people do these days, right?
As an upstanding and respectable gentleman, I'm glad you can appreciate my talent for being the butt of a joke! As a fighter, I kind of want to kick your ass. But! I'm going to go easy on you for now because I'm a really good person who doesn't make fun of others and stuff.
I'm really grateful for the new experience you shared with me, so I hope you enjoy this. (It's not edible, but I did discover that I enjoyed "temaki" while I made this)
[Oh, it's so cute! It's going in his small apartment somewhere. He sets it up, plays with it for a while, and takes a few selfies before he calls her up with a loud,]
SAVIAAAAA! It's Li Shuwen. [Please. Kill him.] Thank you very, very much for the present. I know you didn't have to, but you wanted to, so receiving a wonderful present like this is an honor. I like it a lot.
[He doesn't just call anybody to say thank you, though.]
[Joke's on you, Atsushi. He already knows where you live. You know, just paranoid Assassin things. So Yan Qing's just going to sneak up on him from behind and greet him out of the blue.]
Yo!
[He is also probably, like, swinging from a light or something. Hi!]
[ After much thought, turmoil, and anxiety over being the first one to start the conversation, Lottie DMs him hours later - this time with her actual account. It's kind of weird hitting people up for your wish list of weird (Kinky? Is it kinky?) shit to do on your main account.. But, hopefully some good comes out of this? And hopefully he isn't pranking her?! ]
hii! I'm the anon you replied to :) sorry it took so long for me to msg you I was busy lol I'm free tomorrow if that isn't too soon??
[Wow, the anon actually replied! He thought they'd back down like a coward because that's what anons do, but she was serious! Uh, or maybe she was pressured because he was coming on too strong? Well, he's not going to think too hard about it. She's in his DMs now, so obviously she means business. Damn. That means he has to keep his end of the deal. Not that that's a problem... He just didn't think that part through.
He doesn't think a lot of things through.]
Hey! It's cool lol Yeah I'm free tomorrow too 😄
[Conveniently not telling her any of his plans and the potential trouble he's gotten into, hmm!]
btw my name's Shin
[He's not about to give his name to a rando on the internet. But also, it's half of a nickname anyway. It's fine.]
The former ruler of Sanguis moon received this picture and called it "junk mail." 8 days later Sanguis moon became uninhabitable. A man received this picture and immediately sent out copies, then received good fortune for an entire year, including winning a jackpot lottery. Copy, paste, and send this to 9 people or you will be cursed. Don't take any chances. Sanguis did, and now no one can live there.
The former ruler of Sanguis moon received this picture and called it "junk mail." 8 days later Sanguis moon became uninhabitable. A man received this picture and immediately sent out copies, then received good fortune for an entire year, including winning a jackpot lottery. Copy, paste, and send this to 9 people or you will be cursed. Don't take any chances. Sanguis did, and now no one can live there.
The former ruler of Sanguis moon received this picture and called it "junk mail." 8 days later Sanguis moon became uninhabitable. A man received this picture and immediately sent out copies, then received good fortune for an entire year, including winning a jackpot lottery. Copy, paste, and send this to 9 people or you will be cursed. Don't take any chances. Sanguis did, and now no one can live there.
Probably not a good idea to try parkour with all this ice around. But when things clear up a bit let's see what you've got. Happy Firialia. Hope this finds you well and that the holiday's been good for you. Consider this an I.O.U for anything you want delivered.
[ Aw, he's old school! Yan Qing will keep this favor in mind.
A day later, a cyborg pigeon flies in with a package: a set of sleek and cool biker gloves, just for Cloud. They're signed with the initials YQ and nothing else. But now the pigeon won't leave... ]
[ A little present addressed to Yan Qing will be delivered on the eve of before the winter celebrations, one that contains some stylish looking fabric wrist bracers with the strength to not rip when used and some nice hair accessories. A little charm that looks like a tiny Yan Qing is included! ]
- "Here's to another turn, for as long as you're around to brighten it up. Hope you're with whoever makes you happiest, little troublemaker." - Megumi♥"
[He sends a selfie of him wearing the hair accessories and wrist bracers.]
Thanks Megumi! I feel x9000 cooler than before💪💪 You should check your mail today. You might get something good!
[It's an unsigned package! Inside is a blue and indigo tassel she can attach to her spear. It's also enchanted to avoid pretty faces. Hot bodies are fair game, though. Either way, this is cheating...
But look, that's not all! Yan Qing also got her a gun!
[ he doesn't know where yan qing lives, so his best bet is to leave his gift wherever the guy goes to most and hope they'll be able to pass it on. so the next time yan qing visits the ramen shop he took elmott to his first night here, the owner will hand him a package with these cupcakes inside. ]
Wahahaha, how cute! [ he tells the store owner. ] These look delicious!
[ Servants only needed mana to survive — in this world, chroma — but Yan Qing takes care not to eat the cupcakes until he is home. He couldn't look too happy where others could see him. He's tasted the finest dishes and tightened rope around his stomach, but no one needs to know why or how his smile reaches his eyes when he takes a bite. It is delicious, of course, but after all that has happened lifetimes before, he is grateful.
The night after, Elmott gets a knock on his window. Or... wherever Elmott sleeps. No, Elmott didn't tell Yan Qing where he lives. He just knows because he's a fucking shady guy who shakes bystanders down for info. ]
Heeeey! You awake?
[He bangs the window with his fist, ready to wake up the neighbors if Elmott doesn't get up the first time.]
[ on the last day of Firialia, my true love gave to me:
Yan Qing will find a neatly wrapped parcel that contains a handmade (but kind of ugly) scarf in blacks and reds. The number 69 is knitted on it. The little note on top reads as such: "To Detective Cardo-san! Happy Christmas Firialia! I hope you like this humble gift! ]
[It's a kind of shitty scarf, but it's really sweet of her to make something for a guy like him. He'll wear it with his sweaters that say 420.
Kobato gets a cute phoenix doll for Firialia! Which really just looks like a red Chocobo or something, no one can sue me for this. No, he didn't sign it. That would be stupid and reveal his weaknesses and he is NOT weak. (But he is stupid. And I also just realized he already gave her a gift but he doesn't like owing anybody anything. He doesn't owe her anything but again: he is stupid.)]
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[ He'd lost Elmott in the crowd, which sounds like it's dying as it screams at the monstrosity in the middle of the amphitheatre, eyes all galaxies and wings all heavenly majesty. But he isn't safe. Divine punishment never promises no pain. Nameless faces contort as they fight the beastly, beautiful appendages crawling under the skin of their backs, bursting forth when they cry with maddening agony. Yan Qing rushes toward the nearest victim before they spill someone's blood on the floor and kicks them down. It's not his fight. He's not that sort of hero. Yet when he sees Elmott—
his master's back, doors closing in, arrows cutting through the wind
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Get outta here, El! Go!
[ Yan Qing barks out the order and he's on the battlefield again, outnumbered and outplanned in a battle he didn't choose. Or perhaps it was always a battle he had to fight. The odds are against them now, but there's no point in stopping himself from doing something he'll regret. This time, losing won't be an option.
Halfway, he slows down, limbs and back a sudden weight he has to carry as he crawls toward Elmott and the exit, before the feathers start to manifest... ]
[ one thing's for certain: elmott was not expecting to come back to this from his trip to the bathroom.
he keeps his head down as he pushes through the crowd to look for yan qing, past all the screaming and fighting and the chaos that happens when you shove too many people into one space and give them a reason to be scared. some cry, some freeze in place, some lash out — elmott isn't exempt from it as he intercepts a man about to strike a woman, grabbing his fist to yank it back sharply, kicking his feet out from under him. he watches the wings wilt from his back, sees the crazed glint in his eyes slowly fade as he urges the woman to the exit like he's done for others. what about you? she asks, and he says just go, i gotta find someone.
elmott hears yan qing before he sees him, catches the tail end of his command and does the exact opposite. he fights his way through, squinting at yan qing's hair in the bright light, and almost crashes into someone along the way. as long as he gets to him, it'll be fine. as long as he reaches him, he can make sure he's okay and they can leave this hell space. it's the only thing he thinks about, until he's close enough to see him fall, close enough to see the wings piercing his back before the metallic tang of blood hits his nose. ]
Shin—! [ he clicks his tongue, gritting his teeth as he finally clears the crowd. yan qing crawls towards him and he meets him, hands reaching out for his shoulders in an attempt to steady him. ] Hey, hey, easy. It's me, yeah? It's me. Let's get you outta here, okay?
Yan Qing! Do you still have my memories? I want to hire someone to make pictures of Marga and Sphintus and everyone, but it has been such a long time that I am afraid I might not remember them just right anymore...
[ elmott... still doesn't know where yan qing lives, so he gets another package waiting for him at the ramen shop. the owner hands it to him with very specific instructions not to open it until he gets home; if yan qing asks him who it's from, the old guy just smiles and shoos him away.
should yan qing follow the instructions, he'll find a cake tin waiting in the package. inside, he'll find a few chocolate creme brulee that catch on fire the moment he opens the lid. thankfully, it dies down fairly quick, only burning long enough to melt the sugary layer on top. he also may gotten a little generous with the spice, but he figures he can handle it.
there's no note or anything attached, but yan qing will likely know who it's from. ]
[The package is met with confusion and a hint of suspicion. He's a little on edge after the last job he carried out, not to mention that Moonblessed police officer. He hates having to listen to another corrupt official if he can help it, so if he's trying to curry favor Yan Qing into the palm of his hand, Yan Qing won't stand for it. Not that he has a choice...
But the old man's smile tells him things might be okay. So, okay. When he arrives at his apartment, the first thing he does is unwrap the package and put it on the table carefully, as if it was a bomb waiting to explode. Slowly, he lifts the lid, and...
Flames burst out of the tin and Yan Qing jumps back, ready to run out the minute it goes off! But that never happens. After a moment, he lowers the makeshift shield of his arms and peers in.
He laughs. He knows who this is from.]
You... [Oh, they're chocolate.
What date is it today?
Once he's finished a cup of creme brulee, he stashes the rest in the fridge and goes off the find Elmott. Or you know, he could just call him, but this only occurs after he's started parkouring across the city.]
[ elmott is partially at opening night mostly for the fact that he is ninety-nine percent sure something is going to go wrong somehow and he heard yan qing mentioning it earlier, so he figures he might as well check it out. maybe they'll get hit with angel wings again, or tentacles — self-preservation is at an all time low as it usually is, he may as well go all in. no one really needs to know the actual reason, which is that he likes going to things that yan qing likes and spending time with him. he'd die before he'd say that out loud, though.
anyway, when he gets near the front of the line for a ticket to enter, one of the attendants asks if he's going by himself or with a date. elmott glances around for yan qing, stepping close enough for their shoulders to brush once he spots him. ]
[He doesn't expect it, really. He thought that maybe Elmott was shy, or maybe he could wait inside, or maybe he didn't want to be with him where everyone could see them. And he gets it. Despite how he talks himself up, Yan Qing knows he isn't the best option out there. He also knows that he doesn't have to push for anything Elmott doesn't want to happen. Not now, and not when one wrong move can put Elmott in danger. So Yan Qing doesn't pick him up or wait for him. Maybe museums bore him anyway.
Then their shoulders touch, and it takes Yan Qing a full second to realize what just happened.]
Hahahahaha! [The laughter is way too loud to be natural.] So you came. Yeah, what he said! Uh, I'll pay...
[He fumbles for his device. It takes him a while longer than it usually does. Where'd he put it again? (It's in the back pocket he doesn't check.)]
[ elmott has his own lantern he arrived in the city with, but he takes the star lantern that was offered anyway, taking a detour back to his apartment after the cafe closes. the reason becomes clear when he makes his way over to caihong, to check on the ramen shop him and yan qing have been going to for the past few months. he's relieved to see that it's closed at least, glad that the owner decided to be smart and stay indoors with the city being what it is. with that done, elmott heads off again, lighting a cigarette on the way.
he should take his own advice and head straight home as well, but he makes his rounds through the rest of caihong anyway, despite the warning of increased crime since the city went dark. elmott isn't worried — hard to be, when he looks shady enough to blend in, the light from his lantern throwing his face in stark relief against the shadows. it isn't until he turns around to head back home when he spots a lone figure ahead of him, and he raises his lantern higher to get a better look. ]
Oi, what're you doing out here? [ the person is too short to be anyone he knows, and he assumes it's some kid that got lost on the way back home. ] It's dangerous goin' out by yourself.
[ He's not the type to get lost. Even as he strays from his usual path, intuition and years of honing both body and mind take him where he wants to go. But today time seems to move slower than he's used to. Using the doppelganger too much has its drawbacks, and as much as it scares him to say, he thinks he's grown used to them by now: the patchwork of memories blending into one another, the moments he'd even forget his own name. Nothing, however, could prepare him for this. Just an hour earlier, he was on his way to the very same ramen shop. Now, in the darkness of the night, he can't even remember where he is.
Elmott finds a boy younger than his students standing on the side of the road. With his long hair and soft features, he could easily be mistaken for a girl, but his hands are far too broad and rough for anyone to think so.
Even so, he's a child. He looks up at Elmott with glassy eyes, and his voice shakes as he speaks: ]
Um, I tried looking for my master... but I can't find him anywhere. [ He snivels. ] I don't know where I am. Do you know where this is, mister?
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There's a lot of crazy shit going on. Thought you might have landed in trouble by now.
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[ He is upside-down. Why is he upside-down? It looks like he's... doing a handstand? He is doing handstand pushups. ]
I'm as fit as a fiddle and as fine as ever. And you? [ He is standing on one hand now. ] Still uh, what did they call it? Shitposting? That's what people do these days, right?
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I'm here to remind you that you're booty.
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I'm really grateful for the new experience you shared with me, so I hope you enjoy this. (It's not edible, but I did discover that I enjoyed "temaki" while I made this)
- Savia Constantin
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SAVIAAAAA! It's Li Shuwen. [Please. Kill him.] Thank you very, very much for the present. I know you didn't have to, but you wanted to, so receiving a wonderful present like this is an honor. I like it a lot.
[He doesn't just call anybody to say thank you, though.]
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what does your tattoos mean? or are they just decorations?
[ this text brought to you by navel gazing at 4am ]
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A cute ninja such as yourself requires my services?
Horses are off the table, in case you're wondering.
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Yo!
[He is also probably, like, swinging from a light or something. Hi!]
You got something for me?
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sorry this is late! it got buried in my notifs...
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I'M SORRY THIS IS LATE feel free to handwave if you're not feeling it!
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hii! I'm the anon you replied to :)
sorry it took so long for me to msg you I was busy lol
I'm free tomorrow if that isn't too soon??
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He doesn't think a lot of things through.]
Hey!
It's cool lol
Yeah I'm free tomorrow too 😄
[Conveniently not telling her any of his plans and the potential trouble he's gotten into, hmm!]
btw my name's Shin
[He's not about to give his name to a rando on the internet. But also, it's half of a nickname anyway. It's fine.]
What do I call you?
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The former ruler of Sanguis moon received this picture and called it "junk mail." 8 days later Sanguis moon became uninhabitable. A man received this picture and immediately sent out copies, then received good fortune for an entire year, including winning a jackpot lottery. Copy, paste, and send this to 9 people or you will be cursed. Don't take any chances. Sanguis did, and now no one can live there.
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It's so cute!!!
This is one of those chain mail things right?
I knew we were friends!
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firialia day
Shin,
Probably not a good idea to try parkour with all this ice around. But when things clear up a bit
let's see what you've got. Happy Firialia. Hope this finds you well and that the holiday's been good for you.
Consider this an I.O.U for anything you want delivered.
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A day later, a cyborg pigeon flies in with a package: a set of sleek and cool biker gloves, just for Cloud. They're signed with the initials YQ and nothing else. But now the pigeon won't leave... ]
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« firialia delivery »
You have a delivery!!
[ A little present addressed to Yan Qing will be delivered on the eve of before the winter celebrations, one that contains some stylish looking fabric wrist bracers with the strength to not rip when used and some nice hair accessories. A little charm that looks like a tiny Yan Qing is included! ]
- "Here's to another turn, for as long as you're around to brighten it up. Hope you're with whoever makes you happiest, little troublemaker." - Megumi♥"
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Thanks Megumi!
I feel x9000 cooler than before💪💪
You should check your mail today.
You might get something good!
[It's an unsigned package! Inside is a blue and indigo tassel she can attach to her spear. It's also enchanted to avoid pretty faces. Hot bodies are fair game, though. Either way, this is cheating...
But look, that's not all! Yan Qing also got her a gun!
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Wait a second...]
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firialia;
Shin,
Hope you're staying out of trouble.
Merry Firialia,
Elmott
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[ Servants only needed mana to survive — in this world, chroma — but Yan Qing takes care not to eat the cupcakes until he is home. He couldn't look too happy where others could see him. He's tasted the finest dishes and tightened rope around his stomach, but no one needs to know why or how his smile reaches his eyes when he takes a bite. It is delicious, of course, but after all that has happened lifetimes before, he is grateful.
The night after, Elmott gets a knock on his window. Or... wherever Elmott sleeps. No, Elmott didn't tell Yan Qing where he lives. He just knows because he's a fucking shady guy who shakes bystanders down for info. ]
Heeeey! You awake?
[He bangs the window with his fist, ready to wake up the neighbors if Elmott doesn't get up the first time.]
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delivery on 12/25
so Robin is giving this little number.
since Yan Qing is shirtless all the time it's probably useless but there's also a six pack of some popular beer in Prisma attached to it as well.
NOTE:]
Don't drink them all in one go. Or do, it's the holidays.
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In return, Robin gets a jar of Caihong-style rice wine. Also, a... succulent?]
I hear this one blooms once a year. Let me know when it does!
Happy Firialia,
The Sexiest, Handsomest, Most Talented Man in the World
[Below that is a doodle of him with buff arms. It's ridiculously cute. Also, why is his handwriting so blocky and neat?!]
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Yan Qing will find a neatly wrapped parcel that contains a handmade (but kind of ugly) scarf in blacks and reds. The number 69 is knitted on it. The little note on top reads as such: "To Detective Cardo-san! Happy
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Kobato gets a cute phoenix doll for Firialia! Which really just looks like a red Chocobo or something, no one can sue me for this. No, he didn't sign it. That would be stupid and reveal his weaknesses and he is NOT weak. (But he is stupid. And I also just realized he already gave her a gift but he doesn't like owing anybody anything. He doesn't owe her anything but again: he is stupid.)]
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CONGRATULATIONS!
By showing this text to a certified baker, you're eligible for a free slice of cake as well as a cup of tea of your choice!
[ Seconds later, an actual text from Kaelas would arrive: ]
"We have but recently met, but I hope this serve as gift until I get to know you better! Looking forward for the next year!
Kaelas Lannis."
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Thanks Kaelas!
You can call me Shin 😄
Just in case you still keep calling me the ninja dude
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You bet your ass I did.
It's kind of my job now.
They look pretty good, right?
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his master's back, doors closing in, arrows cutting through the wind
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Get outta here, El! Go!
[ Yan Qing barks out the order and he's on the battlefield again, outnumbered and outplanned in a battle he didn't choose. Or perhaps it was always a battle he had to fight. The odds are against them now, but there's no point in stopping himself from doing something he'll regret. This time, losing won't be an option.
Halfway, he slows down, limbs and back a sudden weight he has to carry as he crawls toward Elmott and the exit, before the feathers start to manifest... ]
im already dying
he keeps his head down as he pushes through the crowd to look for yan qing, past all the screaming and fighting and the chaos that happens when you shove too many people into one space and give them a reason to be scared. some cry, some freeze in place, some lash out — elmott isn't exempt from it as he intercepts a man about to strike a woman, grabbing his fist to yank it back sharply, kicking his feet out from under him. he watches the wings wilt from his back, sees the crazed glint in his eyes slowly fade as he urges the woman to the exit like he's done for others. what about you? she asks, and he says just go, i gotta find someone.
elmott hears yan qing before he sees him, catches the tail end of his command and does the exact opposite. he fights his way through, squinting at yan qing's hair in the bright light, and almost crashes into someone along the way. as long as he gets to him, it'll be fine. as long as he reaches him, he can make sure he's okay and they can leave this hell space. it's the only thing he thinks about, until he's close enough to see him fall, close enough to see the wings piercing his back before the metallic tang of blood hits his nose. ]
Shin—! [ he clicks his tongue, gritting his teeth as he finally clears the crowd. yan qing crawls towards him and he meets him, hands reaching out for his shoulders in an attempt to steady him. ] Hey, hey, easy. It's me, yeah? It's me. Let's get you outta here, okay?
i died three days ago and came back to life
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it's all mixed in there with the rest
and i'm kinda not an artist!
but! i know something that can help you
remember the amphoria room?
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text; early february
Let's go on a date!
We can get free food.
sighs heavily / valentines
should yan qing follow the instructions, he'll find a cake tin waiting in the package. inside, he'll find a few chocolate creme brulee that catch on fire the moment he opens the lid. thankfully, it dies down fairly quick, only burning long enough to melt the sugary layer on top. he also may gotten a little generous with the spice, but he figures he can handle it.
there's no note or anything attached, but yan qing will likely know who it's from. ]
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But the old man's smile tells him things might be okay. So, okay. When he arrives at his apartment, the first thing he does is unwrap the package and put it on the table carefully, as if it was a bomb waiting to explode. Slowly, he lifts the lid, and...
Flames burst out of the tin and Yan Qing jumps back, ready to run out the minute it goes off! But that never happens. After a moment, he lowers the makeshift shield of his arms and peers in.
He laughs. He knows who this is from.]
You... [Oh, they're chocolate.
What date is it today?
Once he's finished a cup of creme brulee, he stashes the rest in the fridge and goes off the find Elmott. Or you know, he could just call him, but this only occurs after he's started parkouring across the city.]
Hey, El. You busy?
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feb. event
anyway, when he gets near the front of the line for a ticket to enter, one of the attendants asks if he's going by himself or with a date. elmott glances around for yan qing, stepping close enough for their shoulders to brush once he spots him. ]
I'm with him.
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Then their shoulders touch, and it takes Yan Qing a full second to realize what just happened.]
Hahahahaha! [The laughter is way too loud to be natural.] So you came. Yeah, what he said! Uh, I'll pay...
[He fumbles for his device. It takes him a while longer than it usually does. Where'd he put it again? (It's in the back pocket he doesn't check.)]
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tdm (de-age + star lantern)
he should take his own advice and head straight home as well, but he makes his rounds through the rest of caihong anyway, despite the warning of increased crime since the city went dark. elmott isn't worried — hard to be, when he looks shady enough to blend in, the light from his lantern throwing his face in stark relief against the shadows. it isn't until he turns around to head back home when he spots a lone figure ahead of him, and he raises his lantern higher to get a better look. ]
Oi, what're you doing out here? [ the person is too short to be anyone he knows, and he assumes it's some kid that got lost on the way back home. ] It's dangerous goin' out by yourself.
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Elmott finds a boy younger than his students standing on the side of the road. With his long hair and soft features, he could easily be mistaken for a girl, but his hands are far too broad and rough for anyone to think so.
Even so, he's a child. He looks up at Elmott with glassy eyes, and his voice shakes as he speaks: ]
Um, I tried looking for my master... but I can't find him anywhere. [ He snivels. ] I don't know where I am. Do you know where this is, mister?
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