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๐ธ๐ฉ๐ข๐ต ๐ฎ๐ข๐ฌ๐ฆ๐ด ๐ข ๐ฃ๐ญ๐ข๐ฅ๐ฆ.แฃ ๐ฆ๐๐ง๐ข. ๐ฉ๐จ๐ญ๐๐ง๐ญ๐ข๐๐ฅ ๐๐๐ซ๐ค ๐ญ๐ก๐๐ฆ๐๐ฌ || 25+ โ by Dromi.
๐ฝ๐พ๐ฟ๐๐๐๐๐พ๐ ๐ ๐บ ๐ผ๐บ๐ ๐๐พ๐๐๐๐.
No updates in the script so he's about to improvise the hell out of it. No more blank stares into a wall for weeks until the phone rings.
"Is it, though?" He lifts the arm that wears the bracer, followed by a raspy laugh. One that reminded of the Blade from recent past. "I can feel your nervousness, Dan Heng." He leaned forward once more, to level himself with Dan Heng's eyes. "If you know nothing about it, why are you so ยป
Don't you have better things to do than allude to the accusation that I did something to it?" ๐๐ฆ ๐ฌ๐ฏ๐ฐ๐ธ๐ด. He knows. Dan Heng, at this point, is well aware of the fact that Blade does. But he was still going to deny itโ Press back stubbornly about the issue, even if it might not exactly get him +
The bracer tells otherwise. He can read through it, feel through it, how the Vidyadhara's own body betrayed him. He's a good actor, he won't deny it. So good he's half-tempted to play along. But the alternative could make it even more fun. He didn't indulge much in 'fun' during all these years, ยป
Being studied by the taller man like how he was almost undid himโ What he would've done- in what way he was being undone- he wasn't sure, but the tightness in his chest seemed to only grow a bit in an undescribeable feeling. Breath caught in his throat in a silent hitch, Dan Heng only narrowed +
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"๐ถ๐๐พ๐ ๐๐๐'๐๐พ ๐บ ๐ผ๐๐บ๐๐ผ๐พ ๐๐ ๐๐บ๐๐พ ๐บ ๐ผ๐๐๐๐ผ๐พ, ๐๐บ๐๐พ ๐๐๐พ ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐'๐ ๐๐พ๐๐๐พ๐."
Blade took his damn well time to examine his face with a neutral look. It's hard... Extremely hard to not point and laugh a little at the way the Vidyadhara gave himself off just by looking at his ears. "You know something about it, don't you..." His tone is anything but accusatory. It was the ยป
........ He hadn't noticed he was wearing his bracer. Well. Damn it. His attention had diverted to it then quickly up toward the ceiling of the car for the briefest moment- then narrowed his eyes as he slowly looked at Blade. Ears dipped downward, the vaguest wrinkle of his nose as he did. "What?"
Blade's eyes narrow and stop staring around to focus on a particular sensation that runs through his arm. He doesn't comment about it yet, first he has to draw his own conclusions. Dan Heng must know something. The brace pulses under his bandage. "Dan Heng, look at me."
Glancing away, a pointed ear flicked slightly as he listened. Arms crossing and letting out a slow sigh, fingers curling over the bracer for a moment as he did. The pink at the tips of them were negligable with how he felt warm right nowโ Nothing more to it than poor temperature control. "Well, +
"would you let me perform maintenance on your gauntlet in exchange?" Ahh, he really doesn't have a choice, doesn't he... It's not like he's actually fond of her and would listen to her rambling about this kind of stuff because that's what a good friend does, not at all...
"It's because you're like super old~ But that's okay, I'll just keep teaching you and the old timers." She takes this very serious, don't worry.
Blade grunts, still checking the contents of the fridge. He took a few eggs, and some more ingredients. "You need something more nutritious than that. I will make you an omelette." Closing the fridge with his hip, he put everything on the counter, turned the stove on, and brought out a pan.
` are there strawberries? ` he scratches at the side of his face, then he feels around for a chair to sit on. ` or... i guess yogurt could be fine too. `
"Mmh." He said nothing, contemplating his options. Without being asked, he passed right in front of him and went to see if there's anything he could use in the fridge. "I could make you something to eat."
glancing over, he tilts his head. ` i am, yes. i'm hungry. ` rubs his eyes.
The day is almost up and he hasn't found his coat yet. Hmmmmph.
"I suppose it was. But I went outside to stretch my legs... and now it's gone." He shrugs. "I'd appreciate it if I got it back, though. I'm quite fond of it, even if I have been using it for a few days."
If he can see how Dan Heng is biting the inside of his cheek right now, it's best left unsaid. ".... Was it not with your belongings?"
"I will seriously never understand the logic behind those... 'memes', as you say..."
You're welcome ๐ซก
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that steel's the ultimate steel. even if it cracks, return it to the fire, and it's sure to be reborn.
#SeductiveSunday ๐๐บ๐๐ ๐บ๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐บ๐ ๐ป๐ ๐บ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐. ๐๐๐พ ๐๐๐๐ผ๐, ๐บ๐๐ฝ ๐ ๐บ๐ ๐พ๐๐๐๐ ๐ฟ๐พ๐ฝ, ๐ฃ๐ฐ๐ฅ๐บ ๐ข๐ฏ๐ฅ ๐ด๐ฐ๐ถ๐ญ.
"...ah. I haven't thought of that. Hmmm..." He scratches his chin. If they took his coat, they should have taken the few things in its pockets... "Where is the conductor?"
He jumped a little, feathers ruffling. He hadn't expected to be noticed. " A long, red coat ? Have you checked the laundry room ? Maybe the conductor took it away to wash it. "
"I'd rather find my coat." He's not putting on a damn shirt.
".... Please put on a shirt."
"Have you seen my coat...? it's long, red. Has some flower motifs on the tails..." He's clueless about the lizard fight.
Aaaaand, they're arguing again. Maybe Sunday can grab his breakfast and duck out without being noticed. He can eat in his room, where it's quiet.
Bitch, like you didn't do the same. The nerve.
" Your shameless staring is unfitting of a man of your status. "