Who: Jin Guangyao and YOU! When: Throughout Deceuer Where: Aefenglom, and the Underground City What: Various things! Opportunities to meet and a little mistletoe. Warnings: None as the moment.
[Prompts in the comments, feel free to contact me for starters for anything else!]
Jin Guangyao is still making trips to and from the Underground, helping to make arrangements for some of Aefenglom's more adventurous trading companies. Of course as one (snake-)man, he can't take much at a time, but he can bring a few smaller but still valuable items back and forth between the cities. If he happens to couch it as much about building relationships between the two -- well, what's wrong with profiting a little at the same time?
He definitely stands out as Mirrorbound still, in heavier clothing and much smaller than many of the other monsters milling about in the market. Asuming the same of other similarly dressed, he waves you over, interrupting his discussion with a heavyset chimera at a stall selling drinks of some sort -- possibly mushroom-based, judging by his sign.
Pardon me, but would you mind weighing in for a moment? I have told this good fellow that leaf teas are quite popular above ground, but I'm afraid he finds such a thing quite improbable.
[The snort from the chimera suggests improbable is a nice way of putting it.]
I can only imagine the people here would enjoy a more nuanced and exotic flavor, but what do you think?
[The entreating smile suggests he really wants you to help him sell his position here.]
With a fresh skiff of snow across the streets, Jin Guangyao has left long sinuous waves in the fluffy white, the pretty pattern completely lost on him. It's entirely too cold back here in the city, but the idea of just sleeping through it like an animal is entirely repugnant. He has things to do, besides. Perhaps later he can convince his Bonded into going on a night-hunt out into the Wilde, where the dangers are greater to be sure, but at least he doesn't feel like he's going to freeze to death.
But feeling stiff and slow, he finds himself staring at the welcoming warmth of a cafe. Unfamiliar with the tradition of the mistletoe, he hardly pays it any mind until his slithering halts in the doorway and looks at you, the other person in the doorway in cold-hazed confusion.
"Ah, I'm sorry," he apologizes with a smile, as if he's bumped into them. But he hasn't really has he? What a strange feeling. As if he wants to...
Though perhaps the flicker of his black forked tongue at that moment might put some off the thought of a mildly spell-induced kiss.
Aefenglom: Have Yourself a Merry Little Modranicht [Open!]
[As much as he wishes he could reject these monster-ish habits, some things just come naturally to Naga. Snake body lying in loose coils near the hearth at the cafe as he warms up over a cup of tea and a scone, Jin Guangyao's fingers absently half-pry at one of the nice warm rocks of the fireplace off and on while he rests there.
Still, with all firmly mortared in place, it refuses to budge and instead he tucks the now-empty (but still faintly warm) teacup inside his sleeve, rising a little with a sigh and apparently going to just leave with stolen goods tucked away! If he even realizes he stole it in the first place...]
[ Jin Zixuan wasn't intending to run into his half brother today. But then, so little of his life here in Geardagas goes as he intends it. And so it is, that as he enters the café he's heard so much about, that he finds none other than Jin Guangyao curled up in his coils by the fireplace.
He hasn't seen A-Yao since the night of the masquerade. But he's been replaying their conversation over and over again in his mind.
He decides to avoid eye contact at all costs, and quietly heads to the counter to order his cup of tea and fancy pastry. Of course, the barista ruins it by asking him what name she should place on his order. ]
[If he's worried Jin Guangyao is going to talk to him... well, frankly, his brother would be more than happy to just slide on past as if they didn't even see each other.
But the other sharp-eyed person at the counter, clearly used to naga and their habits of making off with warm objects, calls out to him pleasantly -- or at least customer-service pleasant, which is close enough. 'Sir, would you mind returning the cup?'
To which Jin Guangyao can only return a faintly chagrined smile and slither up next to Zixuan to drop the cup off back at the counter.]
Oh, Zixuan. How good to see you about. I must not have noticed you come in.
[He says pleasantly, as if their drunken conversation never even happened -- though internally tense. So many things said that he'd really intended on evading for as long as possible.]
[ it's not that viren can't empathize, being a fire dragon and thusly finding this weather atrocious; in fact, he's about piled in mostly unhelpful furs, shambling about the tea shop as he tries to keep his lethargic and aching limbs somewhat active. he has mostly been tending to customers and ... snapping at ... his fellow employees. even if now winding down, work today has been a welcome distraction. ]
[ it's by chance that his eye catches the discreet motion of jin guangyao tucking the teacup away, lifting himself to slither towards the exit. and viren, in the form of a mass of furs, stepping alongside him with a very pointed comment in tow, ]
[Why should he have to give it up? It's nice and warm. There's a definite moment of conflict between desire to be seen as a kind upstanding member of this world's society and his strange little snake-y hoarding urges. Despite being aware of some of the ridiculous things he's picked up and brought home over the months -- he's not a thief, but can't he just have a little something nice once in a while?
Smile innocently distracting, he looks up at the towering dragony pile of furs.]
Lord Viren. What a pleasant surprise to see you here again. Of course as a manager I understand that it shouldn't be so unexpected perhaps, but you do have a much more regal bearing than one would expect to find in a more modest shop.
[The teacup is definitely still tucked away in his sleeves.]
[ There Geiz is just minding his own business when he accidentally kind of just gets stuck standing at the doorway of the cafe. He's thinking really hard about things and doesn't realize he's an obstacle people need to get past to go inside the cafe until Jin Guangyao appears. He gives him a cursory look before he gives an slight bow ]
It's fine. It's my fault. I got lost in thought here.
[ He moves aside, but the sense of wanting to kiss someone is growing inside of him and he doesn't exactly know what to do about it. It's not that he's never been kissed or never kissed someone else. It's that this feeling seems to have come out of nowhere.
Is it because he hasn't been touched or kissed in a while? Again, he's not sure. But at least he's out of the way for Jin Guangyao to walk past him and into the warm environment of the cafe ]
[ oh, bless him. he even thought to use his title. ]
Thank you... I'm so flattered you think so.
[ and he agrees, too, which he can't vocalize in order to maintain some facade of modesty. alas, he's onto him: having wholly noted that the teacup remains not in his own possession even in lieu of any compliments, viren has stuck out a clawed, scaly hand to receive it. ]
We purchased those cups in bulk. You don't really want it for its value, do you?
[ he hopes not -- ]
[ but if it is as he may otherwise suspect, viren does think he has a solution for the naga's chill. ]
[It really was too much to hope to just satisfy that weird little urge in the back of his mind -- Jin Guangyao has never been happy about being a monster, but at least his scales could be considered pretty in a way, especially when they're golden in the moonlight. But these mental changes, the occasional blackout... these bother him more.
He looks only mildly embarrassed, pulling it out and cupping in in his hands, feeling the little bit of residual warmth -- at least with the one hand anyway, since the other is a mechanical bronze prosthetic.]
No, not particularly. Sometimes I really don't know what comes over me. Surely you can understand the sort of problem, in one way or another.
[he adds apologetically and with a little reluctance, he finally hands it back over. His precious warm thing.]
It's an affliction of us Monsters, yes... [ he replies, musingly. he accepts the precious warm thing. with more conviction, slightly embittered at his own follies, ] And yet, inexcusable; we must continue to work against our more unfortunate of instincts.
[ he doesn't think that the naga was a proponent of this, but alas, he has met a few too many monsters for his liking that tend to lean into these. ]
[ instead of continuing to huddle beneath his blankets, he draws himself up straighter, wings visible shifting beneath his furs. ]
If I could interest you in another tea, I think I have something you might find of more comfort to borrow for a time. [ if he would like to enjoy another tea in the meanwhile, anyway. ]
Perhaps native Monsters find it less concerning, but to those of us who were human, once, it really is a difficult situation.
[Jin Guangyao replies, in general agreement -- but inwardly at once both resentful of these instincts and of the fact 'warm thing' is out of his hands. It's simply there are some things where it seems he's been left with little choice. How bad would things be if he hadn't looked to handling getting Bonded right away? Even with all the trouble that caused... such a thing was better than risking ferality, and turned out, if not perfectly, at least moderately well...]
I could hardly refuse the offer of further guard against winter's chill. I've always found the tea here quite good, besides.
[He smiles, commenting humbly, though curious about exactly what is being suggested here.]
It's quite generous of you to offer anything further, especially considering my own inadvertent behavior.
[ he makes a noise of agreement, but then he's quiet for a moment as he absorbs that comment regarding generosity; perhaps he has softened to ... sincere customer service. he can at once play the part of an ingratiating sales representative to some, while being completely scathing to others. this i is a better balance. ]
My generosity isn't to be tested a second time.
[ but considering that acceptance, he turns on his heel and meanders on over, between tables, to behind the counter. the cup gets deposited among dishes to be washed, and he turns properly to jin guangyao. with a sweeping gesture, he indicates the menu, ]
What will you be having, then? -- I'm afraid I'm not familiar with what you might typically order.
[Leanne was busy exploring, trying to find more things for her bonded in order to keep her happy and entertained. It was during her explorations that she found the Underground and was quite intrigued by it.
Though when the winged naga was approached by another naga, she tilts her head and looks between him and the chimera.]
I have always enjoyed a good cup of tea, I don't believe that I ever had the pleasure of trying one of their teas here.
[And then she sees that smile and oooh boy, she knows that type of look all too well.]
It certainly is worth a try, my lord. Especially when you get the right combination of leaves, there is truly nothing more satisfying than a cup of loose leaf tea.
[ Jin Zixuan doesn't even need to glance in the direction of the fireplace to know that it is his unhappy luck which has led to his brother being called up to the counter at this very moment. He allows himself the briefest of frowns as he hands the barista at the counter his money, then hides the frown away to give his brother a polite smile and the most curt and brief of bows. ]
A-Yao, what a surprise. [ Not a surprise at all. Jin Guangyao may be the one who is a snake, but Jin Zixuan feels as though he himself is coiled like a spring, ready to jump at any moment. ]
Do you come to this establishment often?
[ How long can they go on with the small talk, dancing around the topic that Zixuan knows they both must be thinking about? Knowing them, probably forever. ]
[Jin Guangyao makes a selection after a cursory glance through the menu.]
Ah, that one is quite good, I think.
[He remarks with half a glance at Viren's own scales and claws. Surely the fellow feels it as badly as he does? Even a mighty dragon would dislike the cold, perhaps, and crave the warmth of the Wilde's opposite weather patterns too.]
I've tried a number of different teas here. When the weather is more agreeable, it's quite fine to sit outside and enjoy such things when one has time. But at times like these, despite the inherent danger, I can't help but think it half motivating to help others with issues in the Wilde.
[ viren processes the order, passing it onto another behind him, who begins to prepare the tea - leaving viren momentarily to reflect on jin guangyao's remark. honestly, it stirs a bout of unpleasantness within him, like he should already being doing that - or at least, have thought to say that.
so, spoken like it's an aside thought, ]
We could go.
[ there! -- making up for his inaction for promising for the future. viren busies himself with the magitech-style register, by mostly jotting a few numbers. ]
[With his mind half on the idea of a hunt in the future with his Bonded, hoping more to elicit and express sympathy here and now, Jin Guangyao seems mildly surprised by the suggestion for a moment before treating Viren to a warm smile. He's not entirely certain if the offer is genuine, put forward so easily, but:]
Certainly, should your own time permit. I am hardly the most skilled fighter, but not every issue is a matter of battle.
[He says humbly - which is true enough. He won't be winning any competitions, but he can get by.]
[ he states, overly accustomed to the line. rerighting himself to the conversation, likewise remarked as easily as he might be repeating someone's order, ]
Sunday, one 'o clock in the afternoon, meeting at the northernmost gate. [ so they might enjoy the sunniness of the afternoon as they're also being useful to others, is what he thinks would be ideal (weather permitting). but after having accepted any payment and completed the transaction, viren only then glances upward. looks like he was both serious and genuine, after all: ] Acceptable?
[Serious and businesslike, then -- he can work with that.]
I should think so.
[Jin Guangyao replies agreeably, picks up his tea once it's prepared. Sighing upon feeling the heat so nearby, he has to suppress the urge to flick his tongue to better take in the scent. It's a bit too hot to wrap his hand around fully, but he can at least hold it close and try to savor that bit of heat before his first sip.]
There will be time before my next trip Underground after all. If there wasn't much to attend to here in the city, I have half a mind to leave entirely for the worst parts of the year.
[ viren pauses, considering his next action - the assurance he'd made earlier. he nods to the place by the fire he'd spotted the naga at earlier. he knows that he can take a moment to do other work; perhaps not the overseeing he'd been doing as manager. ]
I have some accounting work to do; I will be sitting over there, with a heated statue of mine. [ implying that jin guangyao is free to join him, but because he can't be too kind in this situation - ] You wouldn't feel as inclined to try to thieve it, I'm sure.
[ —and the irony being that the statue in question isn't his, but details. he has to go get it, first. ]
[The expression that crosses his face is slightly pained at the word 'thieve' -- all he's already missing a hand from unrelated past events, so the combination really paints a bad picture, in his own opinion.]
I would hope that if these urges do possess me again, that one would just as kindly give a reminder. It's hardly as if I have any choice when it comes to these inclinations.
[He replies, less apologetic than faintly put upon. It really isn't his fault at all.]
... I can appreciate your candidness. [ equally candid, but somewhat misleading in that: ] I'll be as kind as I can manage.
[ well, he does think it somewhat worse that other monsters would promise controlling their instincts, even knowing full well they wouldn't be able to do so. he holds his tongue as to his opinions in that monsters just aren't trying hard enough-- ]
[ so viren sighs, deeply so, before briefly retreating - when he emerges again from the backroom, in his arm he cradles what looks like a small statue of a boar. it's not actually something that belongs to him (thieved, ironically), but viren likes to presume it does. in his other arm, there's a thick stack of books and notebooks alike. ]
[ he tips the boar onto the couch. stony as it may be, it's very pleasantly warm to the touch. viren follows suit, sinking into a corner of the couch; as mentioned, if he'd care to, there is perhaps room for a naga to join. ]
[Or at least room for a bit of naga - Jin Guangyao had not been a tall man when he had legs, and truth be told was not that large of a naga either, especially in comparison to some of those he'd met underground. But there was still a considerable amount of body to get used to. Or tail, whichever way one way to think of it.
Tea in hand, when he sees the man settle down, he slides back over and with a graceful, appreciative nod, settles in to enjoy a nice warm beverage, with a length of tail curled up on the sofa alongside Viren's lovely enchanted statue.]
What a curious statue. May I ask, was it enchanted by a witch acquaintance of yours? Or is the enchantment a permanent one?
[He isn't going to try to take it. Absolutely not. Maybe just consider tat if he was, how it might be done...]
[ viren won't resent you for your thought crimes, jgy. ]
[ likewise, viren's tail - as if it has a will of its own - nudges slightly against jin guangyao's own, then proceeding to unconsciously wrap about the boar. feeling his scales beginning to heat with the contact, he sighs contentedly. ]
I...
[ —do not know, is how he would finish that. he wracks his brain for an answer - what had everett told him of this beloved object, again? ah, well, ]
It's not permanent, no. [ a frown. ] An acquaintance of my Bonded enchanted it, I believe.
[As someone who certainly wasn't born a monster either, and has had his own tail act seemingly on its own a time or two in the past, Jin Guangyao isn't sure what to think of the nudge at first -- though when the statue is wrapped, surely it has to be coincidence.
A coincidence that very clearly puts it well beyond those instinctual feelings that suggest that he should be trying to make it one of his personal possessions. At least it's easier to think with his rational mind that the heat would wear off eventually, subduing the urge further.
With a sigh, he tries to find a comfortable position where he can rest a little of himself against it, while being polite enough to not actually touch Viren's tail. Just civilized monster problems.]
Ah, that's unfortunate. Truly, we are dependant on the generosity of our bondmates and their friends in times such as these.
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Underground: Tea, please [Open!]
He definitely stands out as Mirrorbound still, in heavier clothing and much smaller than many of the other monsters milling about in the market. Asuming the same of other similarly dressed, he waves you over, interrupting his discussion with a heavyset chimera at a stall selling drinks of some sort -- possibly mushroom-based, judging by his sign.
Pardon me, but would you mind weighing in for a moment? I have told this good fellow that leaf teas are quite popular above ground, but I'm afraid he finds such a thing quite improbable.
[The snort from the chimera suggests improbable is a nice way of putting it.]
I can only imagine the people here would enjoy a more nuanced and exotic flavor, but what do you think?
[The entreating smile suggests he really wants you to help him sell his position here.]
Aefenglom: Ho, Ho, The Mistletoe [Open!]
But feeling stiff and slow, he finds himself staring at the welcoming warmth of a cafe. Unfamiliar with the tradition of the mistletoe, he hardly pays it any mind until his slithering halts in the doorway and looks at you, the other person in the doorway in cold-hazed confusion.
"Ah, I'm sorry," he apologizes with a smile, as if he's bumped into them. But he hasn't really has he? What a strange feeling. As if he wants to...
Though perhaps the flicker of his black forked tongue at that moment might put some off the thought of a mildly spell-induced kiss.
Aefenglom: Have Yourself a Merry Little Modranicht [Open!]
Still, with all firmly mortared in place, it refuses to budge and instead he tucks the now-empty (but still faintly warm) teacup inside his sleeve, rising a little with a sigh and apparently going to just leave with stolen goods tucked away! If he even realizes he stole it in the first place...]
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He hasn't seen A-Yao since the night of the masquerade. But he's been replaying their conversation over and over again in his mind.
He decides to avoid eye contact at all costs, and quietly heads to the counter to order his cup of tea and fancy pastry. Of course, the barista ruins it by asking him what name she should place on his order. ]
Ah... Jin Zixuan, please.
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But the other sharp-eyed person at the counter, clearly used to naga and their habits of making off with warm objects, calls out to him pleasantly -- or at least customer-service pleasant, which is close enough. 'Sir, would you mind returning the cup?'
To which Jin Guangyao can only return a faintly chagrined smile and slither up next to Zixuan to drop the cup off back at the counter.]
Oh, Zixuan. How good to see you about. I must not have noticed you come in.
[He says pleasantly, as if their drunken conversation never even happened -- though internally tense. So many things said that he'd really intended on evading for as long as possible.]
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[ it's by chance that his eye catches the discreet motion of jin guangyao tucking the teacup away, lifting himself to slither towards the exit. and viren, in the form of a mass of furs, stepping alongside him with a very pointed comment in tow, ]
You can't just take off with that.
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Smile innocently distracting, he looks up at the towering dragony pile of furs.]
Lord Viren. What a pleasant surprise to see you here again. Of course as a manager I understand that it shouldn't be so unexpected perhaps, but you do have a much more regal bearing than one would expect to find in a more modest shop.
[The teacup is definitely still tucked away in his sleeves.]
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It's fine. It's my fault. I got lost in thought here.
[ He moves aside, but the sense of wanting to kiss someone is growing inside of him and he doesn't exactly know what to do about it. It's not that he's never been kissed or never kissed someone else. It's that this feeling seems to have come out of nowhere.
Is it because he hasn't been touched or kissed in a while? Again, he's not sure. But at least he's out of the way for Jin Guangyao to walk past him and into the warm environment of the cafe ]
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[ oh, bless him. he even thought to use his title. ]
Thank you... I'm so flattered you think so.
[ and he agrees, too, which he can't vocalize in order to maintain some facade of modesty. alas, he's onto him: having wholly noted that the teacup remains not in his own possession even in lieu of any compliments, viren has stuck out a clawed, scaly hand to receive it. ]
We purchased those cups in bulk. You don't really want it for its value, do you?
[ he hopes not -- ]
[ but if it is as he may otherwise suspect, viren does think he has a solution for the naga's chill. ]
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[It really was too much to hope to just satisfy that weird little urge in the back of his mind -- Jin Guangyao has never been happy about being a monster, but at least his scales could be considered pretty in a way, especially when they're golden in the moonlight. But these mental changes, the occasional blackout... these bother him more.
He looks only mildly embarrassed, pulling it out and cupping in in his hands, feeling the little bit of residual warmth -- at least with the one hand anyway, since the other is a mechanical bronze prosthetic.]
No, not particularly. Sometimes I really don't know what comes over me. Surely you can understand the sort of problem, in one way or another.
[he adds apologetically and with a little reluctance, he finally hands it back over. His precious warm thing.]
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[ he doesn't think that the naga was a proponent of this, but alas, he has met a few too many monsters for his liking that tend to lean into these. ]
[ instead of continuing to huddle beneath his blankets, he draws himself up straighter, wings visible shifting beneath his furs. ]
If I could interest you in another tea, I think I have something you might find of more comfort to borrow for a time. [ if he would like to enjoy another tea in the meanwhile, anyway. ]
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[Jin Guangyao replies, in general agreement -- but inwardly at once both resentful of these instincts and of the fact 'warm thing' is out of his hands. It's simply there are some things where it seems he's been left with little choice. How bad would things be if he hadn't looked to handling getting Bonded right away? Even with all the trouble that caused... such a thing was better than risking ferality, and turned out, if not perfectly, at least moderately well...]
I could hardly refuse the offer of further guard against winter's chill. I've always found the tea here quite good, besides.
[He smiles, commenting humbly, though curious about exactly what is being suggested here.]
It's quite generous of you to offer anything further, especially considering my own inadvertent behavior.
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My generosity isn't to be tested a second time.
[ but considering that acceptance, he turns on his heel and meanders on over, between tables, to behind the counter. the cup gets deposited among dishes to be washed, and he turns properly to jin guangyao. with a sweeping gesture, he indicates the menu, ]
What will you be having, then? -- I'm afraid I'm not familiar with what you might typically order.
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Though when the winged naga was approached by another naga, she tilts her head and looks between him and the chimera.]
I have always enjoyed a good cup of tea, I don't believe that I ever had the pleasure of trying one of their teas here.
[And then she sees that smile and oooh boy, she knows that type of look all too well.]
It certainly is worth a try, my lord. Especially when you get the right combination of leaves, there is truly nothing more satisfying than a cup of loose leaf tea.
[Nailed it for him.]
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A-Yao, what a surprise. [ Not a surprise at all. Jin Guangyao may be the one who is a snake, but Jin Zixuan feels as though he himself is coiled like a spring, ready to jump at any moment. ]
Do you come to this establishment often?
[ How long can they go on with the small talk, dancing around the topic that Zixuan knows they both must be thinking about? Knowing them, probably forever. ]
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Ah, that one is quite good, I think.
[He remarks with half a glance at Viren's own scales and claws. Surely the fellow feels it as badly as he does? Even a mighty dragon would dislike the cold, perhaps, and crave the warmth of the Wilde's opposite weather patterns too.]
I've tried a number of different teas here. When the weather is more agreeable, it's quite fine to sit outside and enjoy such things when one has time. But at times like these, despite the inherent danger, I can't help but think it half motivating to help others with issues in the Wilde.
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so, spoken like it's an aside thought, ]
We could go.
[ there! -- making up for his inaction for promising for the future. viren busies himself with the magitech-style register, by mostly jotting a few numbers. ]
Whenever you also aren't occupied by work.
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Certainly, should your own time permit. I am hardly the most skilled fighter, but not every issue is a matter of battle.
[He says humbly - which is true enough. He won't be winning any competitions, but he can get by.]
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[ he states, overly accustomed to the line. rerighting himself to the conversation, likewise remarked as easily as he might be repeating someone's order, ]
Sunday, one 'o clock in the afternoon, meeting at the northernmost gate. [ so they might enjoy the sunniness of the afternoon as they're also being useful to others, is what he thinks would be ideal (weather permitting). but after having accepted any payment and completed the transaction, viren only then glances upward. looks like he was both serious and genuine, after all: ] Acceptable?
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I should think so.
[Jin Guangyao replies agreeably, picks up his tea once it's prepared. Sighing upon feeling the heat so nearby, he has to suppress the urge to flick his tongue to better take in the scent. It's a bit too hot to wrap his hand around fully, but he can at least hold it close and try to savor that bit of heat before his first sip.]
There will be time before my next trip Underground after all. If there wasn't much to attend to here in the city, I have half a mind to leave entirely for the worst parts of the year.
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[ viren pauses, considering his next action - the assurance he'd made earlier. he nods to the place by the fire he'd spotted the naga at earlier. he knows that he can take a moment to do other work; perhaps not the overseeing he'd been doing as manager. ]
I have some accounting work to do; I will be sitting over there, with a heated statue of mine. [ implying that jin guangyao is free to join him, but because he can't be too kind in this situation - ] You wouldn't feel as inclined to try to thieve it, I'm sure.
[ —and the irony being that the statue in question isn't his, but details. he has to go get it, first. ]
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I would hope that if these urges do possess me again, that one would just as kindly give a reminder. It's hardly as if I have any choice when it comes to these inclinations.
[He replies, less apologetic than faintly put upon. It really isn't his fault at all.]
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[ well, he does think it somewhat worse that other monsters would promise controlling their instincts, even knowing full well they wouldn't be able to do so. he holds his tongue as to his opinions in that monsters just aren't trying hard enough-- ]
[ so viren sighs, deeply so, before briefly retreating - when he emerges again from the backroom, in his arm he cradles what looks like a small statue of a boar. it's not actually something that belongs to him (thieved, ironically), but viren likes to presume it does. in his other arm, there's a thick stack of books and notebooks alike. ]
[ he tips the boar onto the couch. stony as it may be, it's very pleasantly warm to the touch. viren follows suit, sinking into a corner of the couch; as mentioned, if he'd care to, there is perhaps room for a naga to join. ]
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Tea in hand, when he sees the man settle down, he slides back over and with a graceful, appreciative nod, settles in to enjoy a nice warm beverage, with a length of tail curled up on the sofa alongside Viren's lovely enchanted statue.]
What a curious statue. May I ask, was it enchanted by a witch acquaintance of yours? Or is the enchantment a permanent one?
[He isn't going to try to take it. Absolutely not. Maybe just consider tat if he was, how it might be done...]
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[ likewise, viren's tail - as if it has a will of its own - nudges slightly against jin guangyao's own, then proceeding to unconsciously wrap about the boar. feeling his scales beginning to heat with the contact, he sighs contentedly. ]
I...
[ —do not know, is how he would finish that. he wracks his brain for an answer - what had everett told him of this beloved object, again? ah, well, ]
It's not permanent, no. [ a frown. ] An acquaintance of my Bonded enchanted it, I believe.
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A coincidence that very clearly puts it well beyond those instinctual feelings that suggest that he should be trying to make it one of his personal possessions. At least it's easier to think with his rational mind that the heat would wear off eventually, subduing the urge further.
With a sigh, he tries to find a comfortable position where he can rest a little of himself against it, while being polite enough to not actually touch Viren's tail. Just civilized monster problems.]
Ah, that's unfortunate. Truly, we are dependant on the generosity of our bondmates and their friends in times such as these.