today we are in top pate, where shenhe is sitting on a table with a whole handful of flowers she's picked. she is absently munching on fries, arranging the flowers between bites. because there's a jukebox in here i'm making it play this, because it's stuck in my head.
she looks up when she sees wolfwood, and then just holds out her hand to offer him a fry. hello.]
[ NOT THE TWELVE-WEEK MURDER GAME also dope track.
He happens to be passing by and there's a vague aura of acknowledgement when he sees her... and also some curiosity when he sees the flower arrangements.
He comes closer, picking the fry out of her hand. ]
Just leave them in front of the graves, it'd be as good as any. Guess we kinda claimed the tree and the park as a sort of gravesite -- not on purpose, but it's where other people are going to leave things for remembrance and offerings now.
Yeah. What few plants I've seen are usually of the gardening variety or a tree, and that's still next to never. We don't have the kind of resources to fuel vanity projects like flower gardens.
They can be. They die easily, but there are some that... if you've planted one, they're nearly impossible to fully get rid of.
[she watches him - she has this habit of staring at people without blinking or moving much, which can be a little unnerving, but she doesn't mean it that way,]
[ Honestly he freaks with so many freaks, this really isn't the weirdest thing yet. Could be Zazie. ]
Yeah? Wouldn't say no to you showing me around either. I'd offer something back, but really, there's not a lot to see on No Man's Land -- not on its earth. Maybe the skies, though.
[that's true. every day i am glad she's not zazie.]
The peacefulness. [she says, first, with a tiny disgruntled tinge.] ... The skies, too. The sunsets, and the sunrises. The way lanterns rise into the air at night. The way the wind is so cold in the morning that you can feel it rush through your bones.
[ I love Zazie OOCly, love a little weirdo nonbinary bug. ICly though, while Zazie is absolutely not the worst person, they're the second-most literally non-human entity there so it freaks Wolfwood out. ]
...Sounds like you like a lot of things about the place, then.
[ He wonders what that's like. Cold wind only gives him a chill, no such exhilarating rush of a new day. Every day he lives like a stray dog, only ever fighting for the next meal with no time to stop and appreciate the (omo voice) keshiki. ]
[ He has to think about that. Anything nice about it? For as long as he knows, it's just been something that is -- the land where he was born, grew up, lost his family leaving nothing but his name that will die with him. The land that broke him down to rebuild him into something he never wanted to be, day by day carrying the burden of a cross he never asked for.
There isn't any distinct emotion to be had here, but it flickers between resentment, melancholy, burden. All reeled back like they're tied to collars staked to the ground. ]
There was this bakery around New Oregon. Made some good doughnuts.
[she's not... great, with emotion. but she knows those ones, even if they're just flickers. even if they're pulled back, restrained. maybe especially because they're restrained.
she watches him for a moment, and there's a sort of empathy in her, something that wrings and twists a little in response. and then softens back out to nothing.
he'd said he wasn't happy to talk about himself, so she doesn't ask, not yet.]
There's a special way you gotta eat 'em to avoid the mess.
[ Fast food professional Wolfwood D. Lastname who eats like garbage and still looks like he could out-bench press you unfortunately. He glances at the flowers. ]
We could. Can take the flowers with and you can finish it wherever we can find what we're looking for.
He watches how carefully she treats the flowers, and there's some kind of a vague complicated feeling there for a moment, but he says nothing as he leads the way.
I don't know where they sell doughnuts. I guess it's just to the park again, it's a nice place to be for flower arranging anyway.
[i cannot explain to you how much she loves doughnuts, because they're like, sweet bread? she really likes them, and there's little pings of delight when she does.
they can sit in the park, and she'll probably sit close enough to touch him if she reaches out if he lets her, because it makes her feel better to have her teammates within range.
she can't lose them if she can see them, it's fine.]
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today we are in top pate, where shenhe is sitting on a table with a whole handful of flowers she's picked. she is absently munching on fries, arranging the flowers between bites. because there's a jukebox in here i'm making it play this, because it's stuck in my head.
she looks up when she sees wolfwood, and then just holds out her hand to offer him a fry. hello.]
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He happens to be passing by and there's a vague aura of acknowledgement when he sees her... and also some curiosity when he sees the flower arrangements.
He comes closer, picking the fry out of her hand. ]
Thanks. What're you doin' here on your own?
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there's a very faint sense of happiness when he takes the fry. it's still muted, almost like coming from another room.]
Arranging these flowers for the erased. [she answers, munching another fry.] And I was hungry. What are you doing around here alone?
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[ He nods once at the thing about it being for the erased. ]
The new rules, huh.
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Matsui and I had talked about doing this already, so the rule was well-timed. Though... I don't know where I would leave these.
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[unless it's the new park and then pretend she just said she didn't see it]
... Perhaps I should think of something else other than flowers.
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Nothing wrong with flowers. They're pretty novel to me -- they don't grow on my planet.
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[... she takes a flower, and holds it out to him.]
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[ ..He accepts it, turning it over in his hand. ]
They're really fragile too, aren't they?
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[she watches him - she has this habit of staring at people without blinking or moving much, which can be a little unnerving, but she doesn't mean it that way,]
I wish that I could show you Liyue.
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Yeah? Wouldn't say no to you showing me around either. I'd offer something back, but really, there's not a lot to see on No Man's Land -- not on its earth. Maybe the skies, though.
What parts of it do you like?
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The peacefulness. [she says, first, with a tiny disgruntled tinge.] ... The skies, too. The sunsets, and the sunrises. The way lanterns rise into the air at night. The way the wind is so cold in the morning that you can feel it rush through your bones.
[there's a very small homesickness, in her.]
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...Sounds like you like a lot of things about the place, then.
[ He wonders what that's like. Cold wind only gives him a chill, no such exhilarating rush of a new day. Every day he lives like a stray dog, only ever fighting for the next meal with no time to stop and appreciate the (omo voice) keshiki. ]
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[she says, with a sigh.]
Or it was. [...] Was there anything nice about No Man's Land?
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There isn't any distinct emotion to be had here, but it flickers between resentment, melancholy, burden. All reeled back like they're tied to collars staked to the ground. ]
There was this bakery around New Oregon. Made some good doughnuts.
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she watches him for a moment, and there's a sort of empathy in her, something that wrings and twists a little in response. and then softens back out to nothing.
he'd said he wasn't happy to talk about himself, so she doesn't ask, not yet.]
Doughnuts? [what that]
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Yeah, doughnuts. They're like these circular pastries, sweet stuff. Blondie's in love with 'em.
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I've never had one. [she will take another fry, though.] ... I've been trying new foods, like you said.
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Yeah? Any you like in particular?
We got even more food places. I'm pretty sure at least one of these has got to sell doughnuts.
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[she looks down at the flowers again, staring at them.]
We could look. [there's a little bit of hesitancy there - not in her tone, but in her emotions, muffled.]
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[ Fast food professional Wolfwood D. Lastname who eats like garbage and still looks like he could out-bench press you unfortunately. He glances at the flowers. ]
We could. Can take the flowers with and you can finish it wherever we can find what we're looking for.
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Alright. [she very gently - like, more gentle than he might've seen her do anything - scoops up the flowers. that hesitancy remains.] We can go, then.
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He watches how carefully she treats the flowers, and there's some kind of a vague complicated feeling there for a moment, but he says nothing as he leads the way.
I don't know where they sell doughnuts. I guess it's just to the park again, it's a nice place to be for flower arranging anyway.
Wolfwood can get them... knockoff Krispy Kreme. ]
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they can sit in the park, and she'll probably sit close enough to touch him if she reaches out if he lets her, because it makes her feel better to have her teammates within range.
she can't lose them if she can see them, it's fine.]
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