[ it doesn't really hurt, but it's just instinct, at this point. he's mumbling, too. ]
Mm. I traded with her, and when I left, I wasn't Chang'e. I had a chance at another life... and then all of my injuries from the battle came back. [ now he makes a little bit of a face, recalling. not fun. ] And then we went through that portal, and now we're back here.
... I haven't noticed any strange effects other than that, with you. [she kicks open the door to the hotel because her arms are full.] And you are healed, now.
he gives her a little pat on the shoulder from where he is settled, and gestures at said mini fridge. maybe he will teach his bird a little alcoholism as a treat. ]
[hmmmmm she still doesn't really like the taste but. she probably was able to sleep through the night after he got her those small ones, so she's considering it.
[ fei du consistently in the week 3 trial like i'm TELLING you people she doesnt like to drink
but he holds his hands out for it and pops the top off with minimal effort, sitting on the bed and pulling his long legs in so there's place for shenhe to join him. for all of the chaos of the others, fei du is entirely too solitary to be staying in a room with other people, and not nearly trusting enough to stay with anyone in shibuya.
... besides shenhe. she's the only one, so. this room is hers as much as it is his.
he just takes a swig straight out of the bottle because that's the kind of day it's been. ]
Do you think two of these missions are enough? I feel like I've had enough.
[HELP YEAH everybody forgot about the little wet mark on the concrete because that was where she spit out the beer when gerard wasn't looking!! (mods voice) IT WASN'T POISON YOU PIECE OF SHIT STONERS
she climbs onto the bed after him. for as much as she does love the other people in the graveyard, sometimes she needs a quiet place. this is good for that. this room is a little sanctuary.
when he drinks right from the bottle, she wrinkles her nose, but she doesn't say anything.]
I think so. [...] I was surprised to see you had gone on another. I wonder what that means, and if others will end up going on more...
[ it's not thoughtshare week as of this, but if it was, shenhe would be able to tell the way the drink helps to clear his head. the burn of alcohol is familiar, and the depressant effect works just as well as any of the things in his mini fridge at home, helping to keep him focusing on the conversation at hand, helping him stay grounded in reality.
this is shibuya. he's dead. luo wenzhou is alive on the other side. they are not magical. they have not been separated for a thousand years. he exhales, lets the drink burn, and settles back. ]
I hope not. [ stop letting people go on two! smashcut to gerard on his second cyoa in a week. ] At least it's a way for us to get points. A means to an ends, if nothing else.
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[ it doesn't really hurt, but it's just instinct, at this point. he's mumbling, too. ]
Mm. I traded with her, and when I left, I wasn't Chang'e. I had a chance at another life... and then all of my injuries from the battle came back. [ now he makes a little bit of a face, recalling. not fun. ] And then we went through that portal, and now we're back here.
... All of it's still so blurry.
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[she was disoriented as fuck after her own, so.]
... I haven't noticed any strange effects other than that, with you. [she kicks open the door to the hotel because her arms are full.] And you are healed, now.
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I'll be honest with you, if there's anything, I'm just repressing it.
[ healthy! he makes a little noise when she kicks the door open. impressive! ] I need a drink.
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I would like one as well. [you've made the bird an alcoholic (no)]
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[ of course there is.
he gives her a little pat on the shoulder from where he is settled, and gestures at said mini fridge. maybe he will teach his bird a little alcoholism as a treat. ]
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... she'll bring him the bottle, either way.]
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but he holds his hands out for it and pops the top off with minimal effort, sitting on the bed and pulling his long legs in so there's place for shenhe to join him. for all of the chaos of the others, fei du is entirely too solitary to be staying in a room with other people, and not nearly trusting enough to stay with anyone in shibuya.
... besides shenhe. she's the only one, so. this room is hers as much as it is his.
he just takes a swig straight out of the bottle because that's the kind of day it's been. ]
Do you think two of these missions are enough? I feel like I've had enough.
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she climbs onto the bed after him. for as much as she does love the other people in the graveyard, sometimes she needs a quiet place. this is good for that. this room is a little sanctuary.
when he drinks right from the bottle, she wrinkles her nose, but she doesn't say anything.]
I think so. [...] I was surprised to see you had gone on another. I wonder what that means, and if others will end up going on more...
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this is shibuya. he's dead. luo wenzhou is alive on the other side. they are not magical. they have not been separated for a thousand years. he exhales, lets the drink burn, and settles back. ]
I hope not. [ stop letting people go on two! smashcut to gerard on his second cyoa in a week. ] At least it's a way for us to get points. A means to an ends, if nothing else.