[ Why is this guy ruffling his hair? Hey! Yan Qing isn't too annoyed by it, though. It's a bit different from what he's used to, but it's not bad. ]
Right! I've been doing a pretty good job so far, haven't I? One day, he's gonna see— [ But when Yan Qing turns around and expects affirmation, he's distracted by something far more magical. ]
Woah, it's glowing! How'd you do that? How did you light it without opening the lantern, mister? Are you a magician or something?!
[ he's not sure if he wants to get into the mechanics of the lanterns right now, because he'd ultimately need to explain chroma and it'll probably lead into him explaining his feelings, which he is not eager to do at the moment. the magician thing is a good segue, however, and elmott holds his fist out to yan qing. ]
Here, give me your hand.
[ when yan qing does, he opens his fist to drop a little fireball in his hand. it takes the shape of a tiny dragon, a miniature bahamut, puffing little streams of fire as it hovers over yan qing's palm. ]
[At first, he's afraid. He's burned himself from lighting fireworks and learning how to cook, but when Elmott releases his flames, they never touch Yan Qing's palm. They float above his skin, only letting him feel their warmth as they transform into a creature he's only seen on paper.]
This is sooo cool! Do more, mister! More! [But as soon as he says this, he pats his pockets and his smile falters.] I don't have anything to pay you with, though...
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Right! I've been doing a pretty good job so far, haven't I? One day, he's gonna see— [ But when Yan Qing turns around and expects affirmation, he's distracted by something far more magical. ]
Woah, it's glowing! How'd you do that? How did you light it without opening the lantern, mister? Are you a magician or something?!
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[ he's not sure if he wants to get into the mechanics of the lanterns right now, because he'd ultimately need to explain chroma and it'll probably lead into him explaining his feelings, which he is not eager to do at the moment. the magician thing is a good segue, however, and elmott holds his fist out to yan qing. ]
Here, give me your hand.
[ when yan qing does, he opens his fist to drop a little fireball in his hand. it takes the shape of a tiny dragon, a miniature bahamut, puffing little streams of fire as it hovers over yan qing's palm. ]
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This is sooo cool! Do more, mister! More! [But as soon as he says this, he pats his pockets and his smile falters.] I don't have anything to pay you with, though...