[great minds think alike... (???) Sen has the succulents he had been cultivating so he was in the market for getting more. perfect. now, he doesn't have to shop like some sort of Plant Mom.
and the booze is, of course, a really nice gift. he's already opening it as he reads the note and snorts a bit at the end (title and the doodle) before pouring it in a nearby cup and taking a sip.
oooooh, it's good. but it's kinda lonely drinking by himself. hmmmmm, Yan Qing has been nothing if a reliable drinking buddy. two plus two equals...
Robin is more surprised he's actually wearing it, though. huh.]
Yep, that's the reason why I called. [not to acknowledge him as sexiest, most talented, etc etc man.] It's good, thanks, but it's the holidays. We're meant to be out celebrating and enjoying drink with other people. How about it?
[that's a losing battle and he tries (TRIES!!!) to avoid those. it's no Batman battle. he had mostly been messing around then, anyway.
here, Yan Qing, have Robin's exhale of slight amusement at your antics right in your ear.]
Yeah, sure. It's better than the other one, at any rate. [a pause where he's deciding which bar they should crash hang out at.] Oh! I heard there's a bar with live mermaids in a tank hanging from the ceiling. It should be on Level 3. Know it?
That what you're into these days? Mermaids and catwomen?
[He's KIDDING. ... He's into it.]
Yeah, I know it. I'll catch ya there. Don't give the girls any trouble now. [Because he's all too painfully aware that Robin's too straight to function.]
he had a feeling Yan Qing would know it since he's been in cahoots with the Umbris. what he's doing with them is what Robin wonders.]
I'll use a mermaid to keep your seat warm. [more like wet.] See ya.
[there isn't a mermaid next to Robin when Yan Qing arrives but he is at the bar as some sort of Firialia song plays in the background. there's a green scarf and a warm jacket on the seat next to him, instead, keeping it warm as he promised. the guy in question is watching the mermaids swim by idly as he sips at his beer. a cigarette tray lays in front of him too, with the butt of one of his used smokes already there.
the colorful, beautiful mermaids wave to people who are paying attention, one even blows kisses in bubbles.
the lighting is low, most of it coming from the neons in the tank, illuminating more profiles than actual faces. sensing the influx of mana, he glances towards the entryway and lifts his pint once he spots who's joined.]
When Yan Qing arrives, the first thing Robin will notice is the mana. The second thing he'll notice is that he's not wearing the sweater. He's in something more stylish for tonight, with a coat and scarf almost far too nice for him to be caught in. Yan Qing is all tacky jackets and shirts that don't fit him. Not this.
He has his reasons. He avoids eye contact with some of the patrons as he slinks over to where Robin is, greeting him with a cheeky smile. ]
What's this? Matcha, still sober? What happened to your mermaid?
When she heard you were coming, she took off. Now I'm depressed and need a stronger drink. [not sober but not drunk, Robin nudges Yan Qing in the rib with an elbow and takes his own scarf and jacket off the seat next to him so there's a spot for his ass.
none that is true, by the way. there was no mermaid. if there was, she's up in the tank and Robin only waved back politely with a sheepish smile.
he's taken now, you know? fuckin incredible.
LET'S NOT TALK ABOUT THAT, THOUGH. IT'S THE HOLIDAYS.]
Took you long enough. Guess you were busy at some other party, huh?
[He winces, but it doesn't hurt. He's sure as hell Robin doesn't need that drink either, but it's the holidays. Do whatever you want!]
Can't be busy when you don't got places to be.
[It's better to lay low for a lot of reasons. As much as he loves parties, it's not like he has any reason to be at one now. Chaldea's scattered, and everyone's with everyone else. He orders a drink.]
Things are kinda different when you ain't got a Master.
But really, it's been nice. Less time spent being a potential disappointment. More time spent... well. He doesn't know what to do with all this time. He should do something about his mana, though. It's not in danger of depleting anytime soon, but he does feel weaker. Weaker not in the force behind his punches, or the speed he moves at. It's something he can't place, a limit he can't reach. No one stays long enough to push him beyond it.
...
His beer arrives just in time for him to raise it with Robin's.]
[what he looks like DON'T MATTER. it's about him having a Master in Duplicity, then not having a Master, then everything he said about Ritsuka before, then...
bah, he doesn't want to think about it. he didn't answer and Robin isn't a pusher. besides, he's not here to judge Yan Qing on whatever he's doing either. they're here to drink and be merry and shoot the shit.
like drinking to freedom, that's better. that's something he can toast. Robin raises his glass with Yan Qing's, even knocks them together, and then drinks. as you do in toasts.]
Uh, well... [That's what these drinks are for. He takes a sip.]
Nevermind. I'm the only one who gives a damn about it anyway. Everyone's telling me to focus on the now, but Ritsuka's out there fighting without us. S'been a year now. [And when he thinks about the things he wants to do, it feels like he's running away. Again.
Time to run faster.] Ahhh, don't make me think too hard. Your emo phase is rubbing off on me.
[hey, Yan Qing, you're not the only one that gives a damn.]
Me? You're the emo one with your tattoos and how it looks like you're wearing eyeliner all the time?
[BRUH.
that being said? Robin sighs, waves his hand a bit as he talks.]
... Even if Ritsuka is fighting, what can we do about it over here? Besides, she got by okay through Fuyuki and the other singularities without you. She's a normal human but she's not totally helpless. And there's only a few of us here in Prisma, there are plenty of Servants that are still with her. More heroic and stronger than either you or me.
[he's just downplaying his own worry as he's realistic with Yan Qing. in fact, worrying is probably how most of the Servants feel.]
Then again? She might not be fighting at all. Maybe she got sent to another planet like us and she's celebrating some other holiday we don't know about, getting stuck under their version of mistletoe and dealing with some kinda Santa-type figure, like usual.
[Yan Qing furrows his brows as he looks into his drink. He knows there are Servants stronger than him. That's why he has to be there. If she's not there, she might forget about him.
At least, that's what he used to think. These days, he doesn't worry too much about being cast aside. Though he still struggles with his insecurities, he's met people in both Chaldea and Prismatica who see his worth. Right now, he worries as someone who agreed to save humanity with her. It's his responsibility to follow her, after all. He promised himself to see it through. Abandoning his mission now doesn't feel like the right thing to do...
What Robin says is not a joke, but Yan Qing laughs at the way he phrases it anyway, genuinely.]
Hahahahaha! Sounds like she's having a lot of fun, then, if that were true! Wouldn't be the weirdest Christmas she's had.
[Robin's a nice guy, he thinks. He put a lot more thought into that answer when he could be drinking before he can even muster a reply. Yan Qing's eyes are on him now as he props his chin up, paying no attention to the mermaids above them.]
I think you're pretty strong and heroic yourself, though. That's what all the girls would say, anyway.
[it would be nice if she's having fun. she deserves that. even if it was a weird Christmas, wherever she is, those tend to be fun in their own ways.
this one, too.
Robin isn't all that surprised that Yan Qing responds with laughter, to be honest. all he does is close his eyes and have more beer as he listens to his raucous laughter echo slightly. he wishes he didn't take that swig though when he's called strong and heroic.
he sputters into his glass, dribbling onto his shirt.]
What? [HE'S SO COOL. the bartender is holding out napkins as he witnessed the fool Robin made of himself. he takes them gratefully, scrubbing at his clothes.]
You're kidding, right? I'm pretty sure the girls around here would either say I'm a shite or I'm a poopie head or a pain in the ass or... [the ones who know him. even Hakuno would agree about him being a pain in the ass, AT THE VERY LEAST.]
And you're a guy. [despite past comments about women's intuition.] Why are you saying that?
[Yan Qing chuckles before taking another sip. He hasn't even begun, and Robin's freaking out already?]
What, can't a guy compliment another guy? [Don't read into Yan Qing's smirk. That's what he wants you to do.] You were probably an ass to whoever you've been talking to, yeah. But you fuss over everybody and even talk to people like me on a night like this... I think that's really cool.
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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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and the booze is, of course, a really nice gift. he's already opening it as he reads the note and snorts a bit at the end (title and the doodle) before pouring it in a nearby cup and taking a sip.
oooooh, it's good. but it's kinda lonely drinking by himself. hmmmmm, Yan Qing has been nothing if a reliable drinking buddy. two plus two equals...
ring ring. your phone is ringing Yan Qing.]
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Good to know you've acknowledged me as the sexiest man alive!
[But he's wearing the damn sweater in this cold weather, so that's not even half true.]
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[... nevermind. he probably does.]
Well, what're you doing besides competing in some sexiest man alive contest nobody knows about?
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[He sounds kind of bummed about it, but he's not too committed to the sadness. He's still wearing the sweater.]
You tried the wine yet?
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Robin is more surprised he's actually wearing it, though. huh.]
Yep, that's the reason why I called. [not to acknowledge him as sexiest, most talented, etc etc man.] It's good, thanks, but it's the holidays. We're meant to be out celebrating and enjoying drink with other people. How about it?
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Yessss! Robin and Shinshin, a.k.a. 2 Boys 1 Cup.
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Not happening. [IN ANY WAY. I HATE YOU. WHY DO YOU MAKE ME THINK THINGS???]
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But the first round is on me, 'kay?
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But Robin said he'd treat him.
:) ]
Robin and Shinshin, a.k.a. Sexy and Sexier! Name a time and place and I'm there.
[ Just don't fight him about who's Sexier. ]
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here, Yan Qing, have Robin's exhale of slight amusement at your antics right in your ear.]
Yeah, sure. It's better than the other one, at any rate. [a pause where he's deciding which bar they should
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[He's KIDDING. ... He's into it.]
Yeah, I know it. I'll catch ya there. Don't give the girls any trouble now. [Because he's all too painfully aware that Robin's too straight to function.]
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[i hate boys.
he had a feeling Yan Qing would know it since he's been in cahoots with the Umbris. what he's doing with them is what Robin wonders.]
I'll use a mermaid to keep your seat warm. [more like wet.] See ya.
[there isn't a mermaid next to Robin when Yan Qing arrives but he is at the bar as some sort of Firialia song plays in the background. there's a green scarf and a warm jacket on the seat next to him, instead, keeping it warm as he promised. the guy in question is watching the mermaids swim by idly as he sips at his beer. a cigarette tray lays in front of him too, with the butt of one of his used smokes already there.
the colorful, beautiful mermaids wave to people who are paying attention, one even blows kisses in bubbles.
the lighting is low, most of it coming from the neons in the tank, illuminating more profiles than actual faces. sensing the influx of mana, he glances towards the entryway and lifts his pint once he spots who's joined.]
Yo! Ponytail!
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When Yan Qing arrives, the first thing Robin will notice is the mana. The second thing he'll notice is that he's not wearing the sweater. He's in something more stylish for tonight, with a coat and scarf almost far too nice for him to be caught in. Yan Qing is all tacky jackets and shirts that don't fit him. Not this.
He has his reasons. He avoids eye contact with some of the patrons as he slinks over to where Robin is, greeting him with a cheeky smile. ]
What's this? Matcha, still sober? What happened to your mermaid?
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When she heard you were coming, she took off. Now I'm depressed and need a stronger drink. [not sober but not drunk, Robin nudges Yan Qing in the rib with an elbow and takes his own scarf and jacket off the seat next to him so there's a spot for his ass.
none that is true, by the way. there was no mermaid. if there was, she's up in the tank and Robin only waved back politely with a sheepish smile.
he's taken now, you know? fuckin incredible.
LET'S NOT TALK ABOUT THAT, THOUGH. IT'S THE HOLIDAYS.]
Took you long enough. Guess you were busy at some other party, huh?
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Can't be busy when you don't got places to be.
[It's better to lay low for a lot of reasons. As much as he loves parties, it's not like he has any reason to be at one now. Chaldea's scattered, and everyone's with everyone else. He orders a drink.]
Things are kinda different when you ain't got a Master.
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also as promised, Robin tells the bartender that drink he's ordered is on him.]
Yeah? I thought you'd have one by now. [he lifts his beer again. Robin knows how he feels about not having a Master.]
Better or worse?
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[SAYS THE ASS-KISSING SHOW-OFF.
But really, it's been nice. Less time spent being a potential disappointment. More time spent... well. He doesn't know what to do with all this time. He should do something about his mana, though. It's not in danger of depleting anytime soon, but he does feel weaker. Weaker not in the force behind his punches, or the speed he moves at. It's something he can't place, a limit he can't reach. No one stays long enough to push him beyond it.
...
His beer arrives just in time for him to raise it with Robin's.]
To freedom!
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[what he looks like DON'T MATTER. it's about him having a Master in Duplicity, then not having a Master, then everything he said about Ritsuka before, then...
bah, he doesn't want to think about it. he didn't answer and Robin isn't a pusher. besides, he's not here to judge Yan Qing on whatever he's doing either. they're here to drink and be merry and shoot the shit.
like drinking to freedom, that's better. that's something he can toast. Robin raises his glass with Yan Qing's, even knocks them together, and then drinks. as you do in toasts.]
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[there's the bait, anyway.]
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Uh, well... [That's what these drinks are for. He takes a sip.]
Nevermind. I'm the only one who gives a damn about it anyway. Everyone's telling me to focus on the now, but Ritsuka's out there fighting without us. S'been a year now. [And when he thinks about the things he wants to do, it feels like he's running away. Again.
Time to run faster.] Ahhh, don't make me think too hard. Your emo phase is rubbing off on me.
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Me? You're the emo one with your tattoos and how it looks like you're wearing eyeliner all the time?
[BRUH.
that being said? Robin sighs, waves his hand a bit as he talks.]
... Even if Ritsuka is fighting, what can we do about it over here? Besides, she got by okay through Fuyuki and the other singularities without you. She's a normal human but she's not totally helpless. And there's only a few of us here in Prisma, there are plenty of Servants that are still with her. More heroic and stronger than either you or me.
[he's just downplaying his own worry as he's realistic with Yan Qing. in fact, worrying is probably how most of the Servants feel.]
Then again? She might not be fighting at all. Maybe she got sent to another planet like us and she's celebrating some other holiday we don't know about, getting stuck under their version of mistletoe and dealing with some kinda Santa-type figure, like usual.
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At least, that's what he used to think. These days, he doesn't worry too much about being cast aside. Though he still struggles with his insecurities, he's met people in both Chaldea and Prismatica who see his worth. Right now, he worries as someone who agreed to save humanity with her. It's his responsibility to follow her, after all. He promised himself to see it through. Abandoning his mission now doesn't feel like the right thing to do...
What Robin says is not a joke, but Yan Qing laughs at the way he phrases it anyway, genuinely.]
Hahahahaha! Sounds like she's having a lot of fun, then, if that were true! Wouldn't be the weirdest Christmas she's had.
[Robin's a nice guy, he thinks. He put a lot more thought into that answer when he could be drinking before he can even muster a reply. Yan Qing's eyes are on him now as he props his chin up, paying no attention to the mermaids above them.]
I think you're pretty strong and heroic yourself, though. That's what all the girls would say, anyway.
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this one, too.
Robin isn't all that surprised that Yan Qing responds with laughter, to be honest. all he does is close his eyes and have more beer as he listens to his raucous laughter echo slightly. he wishes he didn't take that swig though when he's called strong and heroic.
he sputters into his glass, dribbling onto his shirt.]
What? [HE'S SO COOL. the bartender is holding out napkins as he witnessed the fool Robin made of himself. he takes them gratefully, scrubbing at his clothes.]
You're kidding, right? I'm pretty sure the girls around here would either say I'm a shite or I'm a poopie head or a pain in the ass or... [the ones who know him. even Hakuno would agree about him being a pain in the ass, AT THE VERY LEAST.]
And you're a guy. [despite past comments about women's intuition.] Why are you saying that?
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What, can't a guy compliment another guy? [Don't read into Yan Qing's smirk. That's what he wants you to do.] You were probably an ass to whoever you've been talking to, yeah. But you fuss over everybody and even talk to people like me on a night like this... I think that's really cool.
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me, with galaxy bg:
same
floats farther into space
flies toward the sun
gets sucked into a black hole
that's not the only hole he's getting tonight I MEAN god I'll show myself out
you alreADY SAID IT
Why is he bleeding in that icon wtf
all i remember is it's a comic where his bird died ((((:
LMAO FUCK
LAKJLDKJG I LIKE HOW YOU LAUGH ABOUT IT