[ HAH, the tables have been turned...! For all of two seconds because she realizes that his ususal outfit includes... rather, excludes a shirt. ] O-oh! Well, you have that... strap thing that goes...
[ Saying so, her hand moves to his chest to draw the line that strap would make across his. ]
[The touch sends another wave of chroma across his chest, sparking a warm, pleasant sensation he is almost too shy to receive. Especially out in the open like this! He takes her hand before she can do more. It's strange. All she did was touch him once. Maybe it is what she ate.]
O-oh, those things. Yeah, that'd look good. [Beat.] Um, I mean— It's not a bad idea...
[But he's imagining it, and he hates that he is, because his cheeks are burning brighter than ever. The tables have truly turned.]
What about the, um... You don't have to get the tattoos if you don't want to...
[ Any meant-to-be-permanent tattoos would likely fade from her skin sooner than later, but the idea of painting temporary ones upon her doesn't sound unappealing. Especially if...
She leans forward. ] What if you drew them upon me yourself...?
[Yan Qing leans back, color never leaving his cheeks. He's dying. He's dead. He wouldn't say he was bad at painting, but the thought of her bare naked before him as cool paint touches her skin... Let's just say it's overwhelming.]
... Ahaha, if that's what you want to do, you know I can't say no...
[ it's probably neon glow-in-the-dark paint because prisma, too As soon as she says she wonders how she's going to survive the painting session as well.
Regardless, she reaches to take his hand and begins pulling him out of the costume store. Hand holding is chaste, it's safe, it's something she can do without feeling like she's going to overheat even more. How she's able to walk, she has no idea; her legs feel like they can give way at any moment... ]
[This is familiar. Following someone, watching their back, chasing after them — the only difference between then and now is that he's holding their hand. And as reckless as he can be, when she reminds him of better days like these, he can't help but look out for her.]
Watch your step, and be careful!
[ They stumble out of the store and onto the pavement, but he has no clue where she'll be going next. ]
Edited 2019-10-17 01:55 (UTC)
when i need to tag our actual thread but instead i'm here sending this, i'm so sorry
The former ruler of Sanguis moon received this picture and called it "junk mail." 8 days later Sanguis moon became uninhabitable. A man received this picture and immediately sent out copies, then received good fortune for an entire year, including winning a jackpot lottery. Copy, paste, and send this to 9 people or you will be cursed. Don't take any chances. Sanguis did, and now no one can live there.
[On one hand, they live together so it's not like he has to make this a secret. On the other hand, he loves surprising people.
On the morning of Firialia, by her nightstand, Pyra will find one cute robot dog with a ribbon around its neck. It has all the functions of a smartphone, and it is incredibly fire-resistant. Its movements are also lifelike, and it is programmed to love her very much!
Yan Qing will act like he doesn't know how the robot got there. Huh? Don't ask him. He's got nothing to do with it! (He is also trying to gauge her reaction, smh.)]
Oh-- oh my goodness, [ She exclaims this as soon as she sees it, hands gingerly running over all of the panels that make up the animal. ] How did you get here, little one?
[ Where is Yan Qing? If he's standing here, she'll be looking at him like do you see this shit, do you see this little tiny one that's come into their apartment?? ]
[ He simply saunters out the room with lazy steps, not even fully dressed, and leans against the door frame as he watches her with fondness. If she's happy with his present, he's calling this a success. For all she will encounter in the future, she deserves good memories to keep her company. ]
Wow! Looks like someone dropped by last night. I don't think anyone else is gonna be happy if we make 'em take a robot puppy off our hands, though. [He SHRUGS and SIGHS with more drama than usual.] Guess we gotta take 'em in!
One corner of her lips curves upward as she looks his way, straightening as she holds the robotic pup in her arms. She hears the inflection to his voice, the way he so casually shrugs. He ain't foolin' anyone; then again, he's not really trying. ]
You're right. It would be incredibly neglectful of us to leave this little one out in the streets. [ She has no literal heart but that doesn't mean she's heartless! ]
[ Good point, he's always in various states of undress. But also, what? Yan Qing is caught off guard by the mention of "we". Taking care of others is one thing. Taking care of others with others? That's new. The fact that they'd have to adopt it together didn't really hit him until today. The idea still makes him blush at the thought. Well, it's just a robot, and he's definitely named pets before... But still, it's hers! Not his! Unless...? ]
Name? Uh, I was just gonna roll with whatever you felt like. I ain't good with names, [he says as he suspiciously shifts around, thinking about a name.]
[ At this she bursts into a fit of giggles. ] F-- Fireball? Canine Projectile?
[ This causes the robot to bark once more, tail wagging as if excited. She wonders just what sort of AI is programmed into it... Perhaps Mythra could help tweak it a bit more, to give it more of a personality. ]
Did... did you come with all of that just now?
[ Or has he been thinking of that name from the start? Either way, she's impressed! ] I think he likes it!
'Course he likes it! There's nothing I can't do. [That's not what he said five seconds ago, but let him have this.] I was thinking he was an intergalactic police robot that shoots lasers at bad guys... Or something stupid cool like that. Anyway, that's not important! He doesn't have lasers.
[Ugh, now she's laughing at him. Oh well. He was supposed to be hot and sexy Yan Qing today, but if she likes funny and sincere Yan Qing more, that's fine. That's even better.]
To be honest, I didn't know what you'd want for Firialia... It kinda drove me crazy for a bit.
[ ..... Lasers. Lasers, she-- Mythra can do that for him for Frialia; not in return, but because it would be the perfect and most unexpected gift to give him. It totally won't be a disaster, sshhh.
Besides that, however...
Pyra sets Fireball upon the ground, using this opportunity to approach him. ] Yan Qing... [ He clearly has put a lot of thought into this, and his expression betrays some self-conscious. Should his hair be down and over his shoulders, her hand will brush the longer strands over. Should his hair actually be tied in the back, she will reach to pull a few locks to fall forward. This is only to delay her words, to precede them with tenderness that matches her tone. ] Just... knowing you, has been the greatest gift I've had my entire--... My entire existence.
[Yan Qing is fine with not being hated. He doesn't even aim for being liked. If only he alone could ever have kind words for himself, that should be good enough. But when Pyra speaks and lets his hair flow through her fingers, he wonders how long it's been since he's met with kindness.]
You don't know how happy that makes me.
[Looking at the floor can't hide the growing blush on his cheeks, but he tries. She makes him so shy. He doesn't know what to do with this.]
You know, with the Doppelganger inside me, sometimes I'm scared that I'll forget everything. [The more he uses it, the more it eats at his memories. He doesn't use it so much anymore, but he can't promise he won't when his life depends on it. So gingerly, he takes her hand in his and holds it with tender affection.
Then, a firm conviction.]
But I fight everyday to remember. You, me, everything... I'll never forget it. I don't want to forget.
Edited (NO LET'S KEEP MORE SECRETS IT'S FINE) 2020-01-04 09:57 (UTC)
However, Yan Qing is not so foolish that he'd let her get away with just that. He tugs on her hand and declares with newfound vigor,]
That's why I gotta know more about you. Tell me more about what you like. I wanna get you more gifts while I can! And, well... I just like learning about the people I like.
[ She watches quietly as he takes his hand in hers, guiding it over the invisible threshold of closeness to have her palm along his. His voice is soft, his touch is soft, his look is soft. Everything that he says in this moment is said with kindness he freely gives her.
What has she given him in return, though? Is this kindness even warranted? And now, he wants to know even more about her. Her and Mythra, most likely.
He wants to learn while he can, because he does not wish to forget it, because it could be that he will forget it, the more he uses that otherself of his, if not when he leaves this world. The time they have here is so precious. So, so.... very precious. ]
But I want to— [He... wants to groan. Instead, he bursts into laughter. They'll be here all day if they keep this up. That's right, he remembers — Pyra has as just as much time as he does. He doesn't know if he should tell her that much. If he could make her see she has the choice to live on, maybe some things should be kept a secret.]
Ah, you're so cute.
[That's when it happens.
His sharp features soften, his hair changes color, and his large rough hands turn smaller and softer.]
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