[He should worry about it. Without warning, Yan Qing hops out the balcony and leaps toward the nearest building. From there, he treats each rooftop as a landing point and skips his way into the city.
This is all happening pretty fast. Is Atsushi going to be okay?]
[That's an excellent question! While Atsushi is certainly in better health than he was when he was alive, he isn't exactly the pinnacle of fortitude. Most relevantly-]
[Atsushi has definitely offered, repeatedly, to get Yan Qing something better and more filling than saltines, even if he himself has no appetite.]
Oh - right. I almost forgot in all the excitement.
[He pulls out his bag to retrieve a copy of Water Margin. It's not a brand new, pristine copy - rather, it's a copy that shows that it's been read many times. Not with something as awful as dog-eared pages, but subtler signs of wear and tear.]
I would be greatly honored if you were to sign my copy for me.
[It's literally fine, but if he keeps insisting, Yan Qing wouldn't mind... For now, though, the book!]
Damn, you weren't kidding. May I?
[He doesn't wait. He takes the book from Atsushi's hands, handling it with surprising care as he leafs through the pages. It's all here. The stories of the likes of Song Jiang, Wu Song, and Li Kui, printed on pages that have been turned over and over.]
Murasaki Shikibu had a copy, but I didn't think I'd get to touch one again so soon...
Yeah, I know her. She's like some sorta Chinese lit nerd. You're one too, aincha?
[But from his tone, he doesn't mean it as an insult. His eyes are on the pages, looking at them fondly as he reads a joke or funny passage from their adventures. Soon, he turns back to the title page and asks for a pen.]
Do you want this to say anything? "With all my love", something like that? I don't usually do autographs.
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[He maybe should go grocery shopping today.]
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[SUDDENLY ABOUT TO LEAVE]
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[please don't leave before he gets your signature at least!!]
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Hahahahahaha, that's what I like to hear! Then let's go! Can't have you cooped up in here all day.
[He starts pushing him out the door...]
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Erm, what would you like for lunch?
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Well, that depends on what you want, Mr. Author. I can roll with pretty much anything. What's your favorite food?
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I'M SORRY THIS IS LATE feel free to handwave if you're not feeling it!
[Atsushi... might be taller than Yan Qing, but he lifts Atsushi with ease and carries him on his shoulder. He's heading for the balcony.
This is a kidnapping now.]
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U-usually I'm the one lifting people??
[This is new and he's not sure he likes it!!]
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[He should worry about it. Without warning, Yan Qing hops out the balcony and leaps toward the nearest building. From there, he treats each rooftop as a landing point and skips his way into the city.
This is all happening pretty fast. Is Atsushi going to be okay?]
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Wait wait wait, stop, I get motion sickness-!
[Is Yan Qing going to be okay?]
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Yes, we're absolutely smash cutting to this.]
There, there. Let it all out.
[His impression of Atsushi is getting worse by the second but it's okay, witnessing this just means Atsushi has to trust him more.]
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[He appreciates the help but also, let him die. Or at least be sick in private.
This is still YQ's fault for running at 50 miles an hour.]
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[he's still kind of hungry.
Well, Servants don't get hungry. It's more of a craving.]
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[Or saltines. Or something.]
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[and he WHACKS HIS BACK with his hand in a friendly manner. Sorry.]
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[please maybe give him like fifteen minutes before whacking him anywhere, thank you]
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Yep.
He is leaning against the back of a bench Atsushi has chosen to rest on. They are eating saltines.]
Soooooo... You wanted me to sign something? [munch munch]
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Oh - right. I almost forgot in all the excitement.
[He pulls out his bag to retrieve a copy of Water Margin. It's not a brand new, pristine copy - rather, it's a copy that shows that it's been read many times. Not with something as awful as dog-eared pages, but subtler signs of wear and tear.]
I would be greatly honored if you were to sign my copy for me.
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Damn, you weren't kidding. May I?
[He doesn't wait. He takes the book from Atsushi's hands, handling it with surprising care as he leafs through the pages. It's all here. The stories of the likes of Song Jiang, Wu Song, and Li Kui, printed on pages that have been turned over and over.]
Murasaki Shikibu had a copy, but I didn't think I'd get to touch one again so soon...
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[Of course he does. Why wouldn't he.]
I've kept my copy in as good condition as I could over the years, but any book you've owned since childhood will be worn down.
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[But from his tone, he doesn't mean it as an insult. His eyes are on the pages, looking at them fondly as he reads a joke or funny passage from their adventures. Soon, he turns back to the title page and asks for a pen.]
Do you want this to say anything? "With all my love", something like that? I don't usually do autographs.
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Whatever you'd like - just the name would be fine if you prefer...
[He might have a heart attack at 'with all my love'.]
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Don't shoot for the stars — you're one of us now,
Yan Qing
[His handwriting is surprisingly neat.]
How's that?
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It's pretty good, you might say.]
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