[ nie huaisang steps closer, not to intimidate and not close enough to touch but it has a slight touch of, well, bullying. as if he has already decided this is a great idea and that's the end of that. ]
Chroma, of course. Don't you want to buy something around here?
[ besides, huaisang's usually comfortable chroma supply has been low the last few weeks. that's what happens when you want to get your chroma partner a nice birthday gift. like a house. ]
[ it's a thoughtless answer, and he doesn't back down. hah! try to bully him! he's the kid who fought bullies even when he was barely capable of standing! you've got nothing on him except height, training, and the hots for birds! ]
All which don't involve you, and chroma is something any of the other Moonblessed can help with. What makes you a good idea right now?
[ He says........................ right before his stomach growls.
[ He very nearly comes back with, of course we can! But the truth is he doesn't want to eat just anything, and he is hungry. As his stomach protested loudly about, as he often is anyway, and as, drat it all, Nie Huaisang is obviously aware. ]
Fine. But you're treating me.
[ That's........ totally reason enough to join in on some handholding contest. Right? Or whatever this contest entails. Give him free meals. ]
[ nie huaisang has never been anything but generous with his spending so buying food for his unwilling hand holding partner is not an issue. in the end, he always feels like the benefits outweigh the other's clear desire to be somewhere else.
huaisang offers his hand. ] Fine, fine, I'll treat you this time but next time it'll be your turn, alright?
[ He cheerfully denies, even as he takes his hand. ]
Not a chance. There's not gonna be a next time.
[ Still, the familiar electrifying warmth of moonlacing has his eyes closing at first, some degree of tension in his shoulders easing. Shino's more often on edge here than he is back home, worried about the people not here, trying to ignore the loneliness that nips, everpresent, at his heels. It also means he goes from simple hand holding to trying to lace their fingers together, more comfortable in the long run, and less like other scattered memories from his youth. A taller young man, the warmth of a larger hand, a song, a sunset.
Feeling cared for, and loved, and those are not memories that belong to this world. The person behind them... he can't even recall their face. Golden and white? It's all a blur. ]
What're we eating?
[ He asks when his eyes open, unaware that he's held on a little tighter than he should, given how he's been complaining. Of the many things he finds bothersome about this place, it's the loneliness that eats at him most. He's so thankful for his friends here, because without them, it's very likely he would waver between the kind of despair that would leave him crystalising, and the kind of anger that'd keep him camped out on Iris or hounding the Lunar Scientia for answers on what in the world can send them back home. ]
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Chroma, of course. Don't you want to buy something around here?
[ besides, huaisang's usually comfortable chroma supply has been low the last few weeks. that's what happens when you want to get your chroma partner a nice birthday gift. like a house. ]
Besides, do you have anything else to do?
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[ it's a thoughtless answer, and he doesn't back down. hah! try to bully him! he's the kid who fought bullies even when he was barely capable of standing! you've got nothing on him except height, training, and the hots for birds! ]
All which don't involve you, and chroma is something any of the other Moonblessed can help with. What makes you a good idea right now?
[ He says........................ right before his stomach growls.
and there's some red on his cheeks.
but he's glaring. NO ONE HEARD THAT! ]
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Maybe because I am right here? [ he steps back, tilting his head towards a nearby stall. ] Besides, we can't just eat anything.
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Fine. But you're treating me.
[ That's........ totally reason enough to join in on some handholding contest. Right? Or whatever this contest entails. Give him free meals. ]
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huaisang offers his hand. ] Fine, fine, I'll treat you this time but next time it'll be your turn, alright?
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[ He cheerfully denies, even as he takes his hand. ]
Not a chance. There's not gonna be a next time.
[ Still, the familiar electrifying warmth of moonlacing has his eyes closing at first, some degree of tension in his shoulders easing. Shino's more often on edge here than he is back home, worried about the people not here, trying to ignore the loneliness that nips, everpresent, at his heels. It also means he goes from simple hand holding to trying to lace their fingers together, more comfortable in the long run, and less like other scattered memories from his youth. A taller young man, the warmth of a larger hand, a song, a sunset.
Feeling cared for, and loved, and those are not memories that belong to this world. The person behind them... he can't even recall their face. Golden and white? It's all a blur. ]
What're we eating?
[ He asks when his eyes open, unaware that he's held on a little tighter than he should, given how he's been complaining. Of the many things he finds bothersome about this place, it's the loneliness that eats at him most. He's so thankful for his friends here, because without them, it's very likely he would waver between the kind of despair that would leave him crystalising, and the kind of anger that'd keep him camped out on Iris or hounding the Lunar Scientia for answers on what in the world can send them back home. ]