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happy midautumn festival to everyone who celebrates! <3

[yishuns]

updated my guide to add:

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[yishuns]

tloz: tears of the kingdom starters

WARNING: spoilers !

❝ there doesn’t seem to be any danger at the moment. ❞ ❝ history and legend sometimes blur together. ❞ ❝ i think you’ve caused quite a stir since your arrival here… ❞ ❝ i think you do look weird. so there, chew on that. ❞ ❝ i feel like i should apologize for dragging you into this mess. ❞ ❝ there’s no need to get so worked up. ❞ ❝ you allowed your heart to falter. that is the quickest way to fall on the battlefield. ❞ ❝ i’ll fight by your side till the very end. ❞ ❝ as with any leader, it is my duty to safeguard and protect my people. ❞ ❝ you are burdened with a mission of monumental importance. ❞ ❝ it was my hubris that set us on this path. ❞ ❝ i get it, you’re young — you feel invincible. ❞ ❝ i thought you had harder bark on you than that. ❞ ❝ this little village used to be as quiet as a dusty old tomb. ❞ ❝ i don’t know who you are, but i’m sorry you have to see me like this. ❞ ❝ i feel a lot better after talking to you. ❞ ❝ you should have seen the look on your face. ❞ ❝ please, no need to look so petrified. ❞ ❝ you’re alone too, right? alone is good. ❞ ❝ you have disgusting, unwavering commitment to do ‘good’. ❞ ❝ i apologize. i keep getting lost in my thoughts. ❞ ❝ you’re finding this all a little scary, aren’t you? ❞ ❝ did you hear me singing? how embarrassing. ❞ ❝ you might want to make other plans…if you value your life. ❞ ❝ i suppose fate really wanted the two of us to run into each other again. ❞ ❝ you use your power to crush the weak…to serve evil. ❞ ❝ you will die knowing that you failed. ❞ ❝ you heard that strange voice too, right? ❞ ❝ this is a lot to learn all of a sudden, i know. ❞ ❝ did you know if you put your ear to a well, you can hear the wailing of the dead? ❞ ❝ i see the shadow of death upon your face. ❞ ❝ it seems skill and confidence is in short supply. ❞ ❝ that pride will be your downfall. ❞ ❝ i’ve gotta say. your stories are always so wild. ❞ ❝ did i manage to keep a smile on my face? ❞ ❝ you take for granted the godlike power you have in your hands. ❞ ❝ nevertheless, i can’t shake this strange tightness in my chest. ❞ ❝ why do i get the feeling we’re being watched? ❞ ❝ sorry you had to listen to me go on and on like that. ❞ ❝ anyway, i’m sorry for teasing you. ❞ ❝ uh…what’s with the face? ❞ ❝ what was it you wanted to discuss with me in private? ❞ ❝ were you looking for me? i’m honored! ❞ ❝ one cannot accomplish great feats without allies at one’s side. ❞ ❝ it’s important to help each other in times of need. ❞ ❝ i hate the way rain feels, but i don’t mind how it sounds. reminds me of waves crashing on the beach. ❞ ❝ you look distracted. what’s wrong? ❞ ❝ things with ‘legendary’ in the title are usually just stories. ❞ ❝ do you really think i hadn’t realized your deceit? ❞ ❝ what are you doing in a place like this? ❞ ❝ i never thought i’d see such a marvel with my very own eyes. ❞ ❝ thank goodness. if something had happened to you…i… ❞ ❝ how did you find this place? what cruel ploy are you plotting? ❞ ❝ it seems that the world is still in a wretched state. ❞ ❝ enough is enough! you are not acting like yourself! ❞ ❝ i can see right through you, whether you want me to or not. you are yielding to the fear of losing someone you love again. ❞ ❝ i can see it in your face. i don’t hold that special place in your heart. ❞ ❝ light and dark - one cannot exist without the other. ❞ ❝ do not get lost in the past. you must keep moving ever onward. ❞ ❝ it is best when those who care for each other are open and honest, even when it is difficult. ❞ ❝ push yourself too hard and you become your own worst enemy. ❞ ❝ look at all those scars…you must have fought a lot in your life. ❞ ❝ i am hesitant to admit it, but our success was thanks to your support. ❞ ❝ you look very pleased with yourself. ❞ ❝ i was giving in to my fear of once more losing someone i love. ❞ ❝ hold still, and don’t fret. i’ll take care of everything. this won’t hurt a bit. ❞ ❝ did you think i’d deceived you? perish the thought. ❞ ❝ i’m always here. should you ever have need of me, you need only ask. ❞ ❝ it’s amusing, isn’t it? our little back-and-forths. ❞ ❝ i just don’t want anyone to drop dead right in front of me. that’ll give me some nasty dreams. ❞ ❝ there it is. that inexplicable smirk upon your face. ❞ ❝ what were you praying for? long life? wealth? ❞ ❝ you get even cuter when you’re blushing. ❞ ❝ it is all right. i swear it. i am not going anywhere. ❞ ❝ i never thought…never dared dream…that i’d live to see the day we could all laugh together again like this. ❞ ❝ i’ve seen enough faces in this job that i can tell from looking at one if someone’s lying to me. ❞ ❝ you’ll come visit me again, right? ❞ ❝ i hope that ours will be a long and profitable relationship. ❞ ❝ this must be what the end of the world looks like. ❞ ❝ there’s nothing wrong with asking if you can help, you know. ❞ ❝ i knew there was a bright smile in there somewhere. ❞ ❝ let’s not pretend it won’t look absolutely dashing on you. ❞ ❝ no matter. you will not live to see another sunrise. ❞ ❝ you cannot hope to escape your fate. ❞ ❝ i’m sorry. i know i’m always throwing you into dangerous situations. ❞ ❝ hear my name and tremble in fear. ❞ ❝ it seems you have met with great danger once more. ❞ ❝ i actually…secretly followed you. ❞ ❝ there’s no shortage of strange happenings these days. ❞ ❝ anyone tell you it’s rude to stare? ❞ ❝ sitting here feeling sorry for myself won’t solve anything. ❞ ❝ at my age…well, very little surprises me. ❞ ❝ there are more mysteries waiting for us down here, i know it. ❞ ❝ i’m only telling you this because you seem like a trustworthy sort. ❞ ❝ we are bound by fate, you and i. ❞ ❝ i’d have preferred to stay with you a while longer. ❞ ❝ you will have to do something about that fear eventually. ❞ ❝ now i live for vengeance. ❞ ❝ so you’re our saviour, eh? i thought you’d be tougher looking. ❞ ❝ sorry about that. the sadness just gets to me sometimes. ❞ ❝ you were involved, weren’t you? ❞ ❝ i’m sorry, i’m just surprised. i mean, you don’t seem all that strong. ❞ ❝ did i…see what i thought i saw? ❞ ❝ just forget it. it’s not important. ❞ ❝ we cannot afford to stand still at a time such as this. it is imperative that we act. ❞ ❝ disappointed that i wasn’t shocked and aghast at the very sight of you? ❞ ❝ you must be pretty strong beneath the surface. ❞ ❝ what happened? is this your doing? ❞ ❝ i can see right through you, whether you want me to or not. ❞ ❝ just watching you move, i can tell you’re no ordinary person. ❞ ❝ whatever is troubling you? why are you hesitating so? ❞ ❝ good…evil…that’s the futile perspective of narrow-minded beings. ❞ ❝ are you here because you’ve heard about me? ❞ ❝ one difficulty has been overcome, and yet another has appeared in its wake. ❞ ❝ once i rest up, i’ll be hitting the road again. i’ve stayed here too long as it is. ❞ ❝ we have to train. we have to get stronger. we have to get ready for what’s next. ❞ ❝ is everyone all right? nobody’s injured? ❞ ❝ i’m the one who made such a mess of things, after all. ❞ ❝ it is a mighty opponent, certainly, but we must not falter. ❞ ❝ what’s with that look? you don’t think i can do it? ❞ ❝ what’s the matter? you can tell me, weirdly handsome dude. ❞ ❝ why is everybody so quick to believe the silliest things? ❞ ❝ i dearly wish that i could believe what you are saying. however, at present…i simply cannot do that. ❞ ❝ wow, listen to me. with every breath, i spew out brilliance. ❞ ❝ for a long time, i have been concerned that you are holding yourself back. ❞ ❝ i feel like you weren’t getting what i was going for there. way to kill the mood. ❞ ❝ can’t talk my way out of this one… ❞ ❝ this is normally where i’d give you a chance to respond, but i’d like to talk about me instead. ❞ ❝ never forget that we are all standing beneath the very same sun. the only distance that matters is the distance between our hearts. ❞ ❝ i lost my head a little there. i’m not too proud of the way i behaved. ❞ ❝ i’m sure an answer will come to you. wisdom takes time. ❞ ❝ i must truly be getting on in years to have allowed a mere monster to catch me off guard. ❞ ❝ you really don’t know your place, do you? ❞ ❝ do you really think we hadn’t realised your deceit? ❞ ❝ you heart is like a chicken’s egg — easily given but easy to break. ❞ ❝ your wounds were severe…i am relieved to see you escape death. ❞ ❝ i’m told that your skill in swordplay is unmatched. ❞ ❝ what, you’ve never heard of me? ❞ ❝ where were you? you disappeared on me so suddenly. i was worried sick. ❞ ❝ oh my. i’m surprised to hear you say such a thing. ❞ ❝ i wonder how many times we’ve met in our past lives. ❞ ❝ so what if you don’t say what you really think. i won’t hold that against you. ❞ ❝ though our time together has been brief, i am so happy that we finally met. ❞ ❝ what’re you thinking, strolling into this war zone? ❞ ❝ you’ll keep your trap shut if you know what’s good for you. ❞ ❝ i sense a fierce battle ahead, the likes of which we have never before faced. ❞ ❝ i can feel the moonlight pouring down, cleansing my spirit. ❞ ❝ you’re not needed round here any more. ❞ ❝ that mystery just leads us straight into another. ❞ ❝ it is very difficult to rest peacefully when things like this happen. ❞ ❝ sometimes i’m so smart, i scare myself a little. ❞ ❝ ever try getting info out of a boulder? well, that boulder’s ME. ❞ ❝ i prefer to keep work and my personal time separate. ❞ ❝ sure, you look like a strong breeze could blow you over, but you are solid as stone. ❞ ❝ that pride will be your downfall. ❞ ❝ i’ve been abandoned by love…by luck…by happiness. ❞ ❝ at last…i have been waiting for you to arrive. ❞ ❝ i am stunned. i am in complete and utter awe with you. ❞ ❝ despite all we have endured, my feelings for you have never altered. they never shall. ❞ ❝ am i some sort of villain? or a force for good? ❞ ❝ i’m just fated to be unhappy. steer clear or you’ll catch my misfortune. ❞ ❝ you’re your own worst enemy sometimes. ❞ ❝ i will crush any opposition. i will rule. ❞ ❝ that’s an old dangerous road absolutely crawling with monsters. ❞ ❝ now that you’ve seen it, i can’t let you live. ❞ ❝ you look like a gentle soul who wouldn’t hurt anything. ❞ ❝ my body…my mind…everything. i’ll sacrifice it all to destroy you. ❞ ❝ i had almost forgotten the thrill of battle. that feeling as blood surges in my veins… ❞ ❝ i bet evil always scatters when you show up. ❞ ❝ it’s important to remember that luck and love aren’t things that run out. sometimes they just take the long way to get to you. ❞ ❝ i’m gonna make my ancestors proud today. ❞ ❝ this world should be shrouded in darkness, not bathed in insufferable light. ❞ ❝ it would have been more…satisfying to overcome a worthy foe. ❞ ❝ a mere mortal will not stand in my way. ❞ ❝ you’d walk away…from someone in need? ❞ ❝ you have proven yourself, and you no longer need me. ❞ ❝ i have some heartbreaking news to share. this will be tough to bear, but i ask that you stay strong. ❞ ❝ you might think of this as ‘hush money,’ and…yes. that’s what it is.. ❞ ❝ now, let’s both pretend like this never happened. ❞ ❝ you might think i’m a hopeless coward…and you wouldn’t be entirely wrong. ❞

[yishuns]

kaito looks half-ready to flee already, and he’d only just got here. shinichi blinks away the initial burst of surprise to catalogue every inch of kaito’s body language, the figure kaito cut as he stood on shinichi’s doorstep imprinting itself onto his memory. against his (or at least, before shinichi could make any) better judgement, his hand shoots out to grab kaito’s arm, tugging him inside the house without a word.

the door doesn’t slam when shinichi shuts it behind him, but it’s a close thing. struck by the memory of kaito’s last visit, he twists the lock for good measure. after all, the last time kaito’d been here shinichi had thought he was on the run, and even then, he’d looked more put together then than he does now, and he hadn’t actually been running from anything then. (there was a significant amount of bleeding, though.) shinichi can only guess that he is running from something now, hoping against hope that kaito hasn’t gotten better at hiding his wounds.

“sit. stay there.” he orders when they arrive at the living room, letting go of kaito and nudging him toward one of the armchairs. “i’ll be right back,” shinichi says, excusing himself to the kitchen. he busies himself with making them tea, in as much as any effort is required in the making of tea, using the space to instead settle himself. he inhales deeply, steadies his hands, attempts to shake away the image of kaito, injured, bleeding on his bathroom tile.

…he’d better check, just in case. shinichi pops his head back into the living room, scanning kaito once more for anything he might’ve missed before now. almost teasingly, shinichi prods, “you’re not bleeding anywhere, are you?”

@yishuns.

he knows he probably looks like a mess. wide-eyed , flushed from his sprint here but pale-faced otherwise. ( he's trying not to think about the tear tracks that are no doubt obvious to the detective. at this point , none of it mattered. weaknesses , trust , vulnerability , none of it. ). he swallows when kudō opens the door to his house , rocking back on his heels with nervous energy as though he's still tempted to run. ( and he is. he's never been more tempted to disappear where no one , not even aoko , could find him. ). oddly , his eyes burn like they still want to cry , and so kaito attempts to blink the moisture away. ' i'm sorry. i just , uh. i didn't know where to go. ' please , let this be the last place that they'd look. ( please , let them listen to him and not look for him at all. ). ' if you're , uh , busy or have company over , i can. i can leave. '

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@yoakkemae, continued.

“wait, really?” that’s unexpected. kaito lowers the cup he’d lifted to take a sip from to prevent an accident caused by his excitement, setting it firmly down on the table before he allows himself to throw his arms up. “what do you mean why, that’s my line! i mean, i’m a thief, and, and—” for lack of further reasons, his face scrunches up in frustration, “shouldn’t you have better sense than this?!”

[yishuns]

conan returns in shinichi’s place, as always. ran seems distraught, and he has to pretend he doesn’t know why, as always. conan can reach for her in a way shinichi cannot, but it’s not the same way shinichi wants to reach her, and once again, shinichi is left to bear the weight of having only a fascimile of the things he wants.

“ran-nee-chan?” conan’s eyes are bright behind his glasses as he blinks up at her. his body no longer burns, the fire inside him dimmed to a low flicker of heat. his heart aches the same. “are you alright? is this… about shinichi-nii-chan?” he had meant to stop there, but as always, he’s weak when it comes to her. biting his lower lip as he wrestles with indecision, conan finally decides to say: “before- before he went off, he left me a message for you.”

"Why...does my heart cry? Feelings I can't fight..." Her fingers curl, subconscious, into the placket of her shirt, her chest tight with what can't be spoken, but PERVADES - filling the room, bursting through the windows, as loud and tangible as the wind - Ran always feels like this when he's about to go - about to disappear again. Like she's on the cusp of something, like the rocking, gentle lull of emotion wants instead to flood, OVERFLOW. He can't stay, and she won't ask him to, but - "You're free to leave me, but just - don't deceive me."

@yishuns liked for a lyric starter (part two electric boogaloo)

[yishuns]

[ ... ] and when I come to you, I will come RUNNING.

R O S C V C I N S, an independent,  selective,  low  activity  multimuse  featuring MOURI RAN of DETECTIVE CONAN / CASE CLOSED. loved  by ro  (   24,   asian,    she/her   ),  established  may  2024.

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@yoakkemae, continued.

ran is… kind. it takes a special type of person to be the exception that proves the rule, kaito supposes, and not even for her sake could he find it in himself to dispute that.

her kindness wasn’t the type that one stumbled upon by oblivious chance, no, it was sharpened like a sword and wielded like a weapon, almost, and god help anyone ran deemed in need of it. life certainly had been far more cruel to her than she deserved, but that too only served as a whetting stone for her to refine her capacity for care against.

“of course you’d see it that way,” he looks at her pointedly, a note of amusement in his voice. kaito had no intention of downplaying her ability to highlight the silver lining in everything, and as much as he hated to be the bullet that burst her bubble, impulse control had never been one of kaito’s strong suits.

“i don’t do it for them, you know,” he says, pausing to take a sip of his drink, “and to be honest, i don’t think the majority of my audience would care if i were caught at some point. it’s entertainment either way, so why would they? it’s just the same for me. whether or not they enjoyed themselves, i’m still making use of them.”

she may have a point about the more common forms of decency, he admits to himself after a cursory glance at the door, a small smile rising unbidden to his lips at the sight. the topic of their discussion wasn’t a hill he was willing to die on either way, so it’s easy enough to raise his hands in surrender and admit his defeat. “ah, well then. i regret to inform you that the numbers may have been exaggerated. perhaps you’re not one in a million, after all, ran,” his eyes twinkle, lips quirking, “maybe it’s more like… fifty fifty?”

[yishuns]

okumura haru had always been of the opinion that a garden was a place to empty your thoughts into. the plants had no worries, every need tended to and cared for, and she had so very many, so who could blame her if in the tending and caring she buried her worries alongside the greenery, packed it into the soil?

certainly not anyone she would divulge said opinion to.

it was peaceful here. haru couldn’t quite remember the last time she was worried over something, or what it had been.

she doesn’t manage to dwell on it for long, because in the end, the disquiet is brief. kurusu breaks it with the beginnings of a conversation, and haru is abruptly reminded of the fact that she’s not alone on the rooftop. her gaze refocuses, blurring into clarity.

“eh? oh, no, i didn’t mean to worry you! it’s just…” she hums lightly. “i was just thinking… the garden has been doing well lately. i can’t recall the last time i was gardening to let out my frustration, even though it feels like i used to do that fairly often. it’s silly, isn’t it? that i wonder if i’m too happy.”

“ah, but it’s certainly nothing i should bother you with! after all, you’re just here for the plants… i’m glad enough to have the help, kurusu-kun; i couldn’t ask you to listen to my pointless ramblings.”

it's therapeutic, in a way — sobering and nostalgic and dipped in metaverse red — gardening with her on the shujin rooftop, harvesting sun tomatoes into the plastic bags he's pinched from leblanc's shelves. ( sojiro probably knows, but acts oblivious for the sake of his stern reputation; this is not a world where sojiro minds akira's presence, after all. ) the quiet usually covers them like a warm blanket, the pleasant buzz of low-effort company refreshing, but there's a tension here: all going through the motions, robotic and practiced.

akira hates that. it's like okumura's palace all over again, and he sees the circuitry and metal frame of @yishuns.

❝ you've been quiet. ❞ he rolls yellow bulbs in hand and prays for courage, insight, anything to cull the discomfort at each breath. ❝ more than usual. do you want to talk about it? ❞ ; ♡

[yishuns]

it’s nothing new: in this line of work, hardly anyone does well with being taken by surprise, and baekmin is no exception. granted, in his case, there are a rare few who can sneak up on him. the demon approaching him does, notably, count herself amongst its sparse numbers, so when tzivyah announces her presence on their now shared rooftop, min is fully aware of the deliberate choice guiding her actions and appropriately grateful for it.

he makes an obvious display of turning around to face her, spreading his arms wide in welcome as an unabashed grin curls the edges of his lips. “well, if it isn’t my favorite agent!” he lies, burying his suspicion deep down in favour of keeping his expression as open and affable as he can manage.

he’d be a hypocrite if he begrudged tzivyah her secrets, given their occupation, but then again, he hadn’t survived until now by trusting easily. as much as the signs suggested it, it was hard to imagine that their first meeting had been a coincidence, knowing what he knows now.

“what are the odds,” min agrees, running his gaze over her consideringly, “seeing you for the second time this week, and now here of all places. if this isn’t fate, then it can only be deliberately orchestrated. but hey, if it helps, i don’t think there’s any version of your appearance that wouldn’t leave a memorable impression.”

slipping his hands into his pockets, min raises his head. the rooftop suddenly seemed like a cage. “i gotta ask, did i piss off one of your higher-ups, or something? feels like this sorta mission’s gotta be below your paygrade, so i can only imagine they sent you here to babysit.” in this case, him. there’s no real subtle way to ask were you sent to spy on me, but he can certainly come close. “i mean, not that i haven’t been enjoying your company, but you know what it’s like when someone’s eyes are on you. my performance anxiety might kick in.”

there’s no pretense of convertness. no i’ll just sneakily saunter up and sit next to you like this is a big, decisive moment for us angle. and there’s certainly no hesitation in addressing the elephant in the room (on the roof? they're on a roof. important distinction for scene setting).

“  oh. em. gee. this is crazy. i can’t believe we’re meeting here like this— what are the odds?  ”    

she does saunter up, technically, because that’s just the default way you have to move in these pants, but she makes a deliberate, overt show of it: boots loud on the stone, nails clicking against the screen of her phone as she shoots her boss a message telling him she’s successfully made contact with the contact, xx, mouth open and lips pulled back into a grin to reveal her very cutesy, very resolutely demon-like canines. 

it’s all neatly (and obviously) combined into hi there, i’m the secret agent who’s meant to meet you here for this secret operation, and i’m also that demon you met that one time like three days ago (awkward!), so she bypasses the re-introductions.

she takes a seat just near enough to appear organically affable and just far enough to accentuate that she cares a lot about respecting personal space, super-duper promise <3, and turns her torso fully in his direction. 

“  way romantic. if i’d known we’d have such a ‘destined moment’ moment, i’d’ve totally worn something else and put my hair down.  ”   

pocketing her phone, she puts out her hand, wiggling her fingers for added effect.    “  pleasure to be working with you for an undisclosed amount of time!  ”   

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hello(: starter/plotting call?

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shinichi feels a mixture of amusement and incredulity at the obvious way kaito holds himself back from prying, feeling somewhat like a parent whose child had managed not to eat all the cookies in the tin. “you could look, you know. even for you, it’d be hard to return the file to where it belongs if you refuse to case the place. i’m giving you permission to. because i, for some reason, trust you.”

said reason is inextricably linked to the connection between their fathers, whose privacy shinichi doesn’t hesitate to infringe upon. his father was both a good judge of character and also not a fool, so yūsaku having trusted tōichi is as good a guarantee as any for shinichi to trust kaito. it was only logical.

when the door is safely shut, shinichi leans against an adjacent wall with an innocent look on his face. he grins, “i was just trying to make it a little more challenging. i didn’t expect you to ignore the room, y’know?” there’s no sign beyond an outward exhale, but shinichi feels a curl of relief settling in his chest. that kaito would stop himself from looking, just because of a sign of hesitation from shinichi, only cements his decision to place his faith in kaito. he hums, a little thoughtful, a little amused. “huh. i kind of understand why kaitō kid’s known for being a charmer now.”

kaito’s question draws him up short. it’s a night for the unexpected, it seems, and shinichi is starting to see the appeal of taking people by surprise the way kaitō kid does. it provides for vastly more entertaining responses, for one. shinichi raises an eyebrow, waving him off. “weren’t you paying attention? part one was the heartbreak, obviously.” he nods in the general direction of the study. “now get out of my house, and don’t make it my problem if you break in again.”

[yishuns]

it’s strange how easy it is to let his guard down around jin guangyao, but the alcohol likely has a hand in that. the rest of it, however… 咋俩之间他可损的失较大, (between us, he has more to lose,) the scheming part of his brain chimes in unbidden, 金宗主得知的话… (should his father ever get wind of this…)

if it was meant to, the thought fails miserably at easing his mind. in fact, it leaves nie huaisang feeling worse than before, stomach churning from an unpleasant mixture of alcohol and guilt. he only barely manages to catch himself before the melancholy sets in alongside that loaded cocktail. falling back on old habits, huaisang opts for the quickest, most immediate solution: he raises his cup for a refill.

and for the second time that night, jin guangyao surprises him: this time with a sense of humor. the trouble-seeker in huaisang perks up, the comfort of being tipsy easing the way as he slips into the role opening up to suit him.

in defense against being called out, he goes round-eyed in a mockery of innocence. “金二公子言过其实; 小桑冤枉啊!” (you’re twisting my words; i’m being wronged!) huaisang cries, playing it up as he falls over himself to tug pathetically at jin guangyao’s sleeve, “小桑不敢当…” (i wouldn’t dare…) his voice fades as huaisang lets himself slide to the floor, dropping the act as he goes.

by way of jin guangyao’s honesty, the brief interlude of levity dies a swift death. something shifts in the air, condenses just a little further into a ball of tightness that sits heavy in huaisang’s gut, weighing his conscience down. huaisang gets the feeling that jin guangyao, or at the very least, the mask of him, is too well controlled to admit to feeling any of these things in the daylight.

“好无趣; 才刚夸你有人性 你就扫了我的兴.” (how boring; i just praised you for having a personality and you choose to kill my joy.) he complains, pouting as he downs his second cup of wine in one go. “再说, 我们做人没点傻的话, 还能当是人吗?” (besides, if we as people don’t allow ourselves to be fools every now and then, can we still be called human?) huaisang says sagely, pretending to stroke a beard he doesn’t have. if he’s putting on a performance as lan qiren this time, it’s not as if the old teacher will ever find out. (and if he does, nie huaisang will know who snitched.)

not that he is, but it’s easier, at this point, to chalk his mood swings up to being drunk. a deep sigh leaves his lips as the looming weight of responsibility, that loathed requirement to being a cultivator bears down on him. compassion isn’t something people often accuse nie huaisang of, considering him too weak-willed, too lazy to ever put any of his emotions to action, but it doesn’t mean huaisang doesn’t feel sympathy. granted, he’s never been a beacon of righteousness himself. but, speaking from a uniquely qualified position, being the younger brother to nie mingjue teaches you a few things, for or (mostly, in huaisang’s case) against your will. the beginnings of a plan stirs.

“那我真诚说吧,” (then, i’ll speak honestly,) huaisang scrunches his face, mustering up a sober expression to convey his sincerity, “这种半命好不过没命, 你在这等死的话, 不如跟我回个清河吧?” (this kind of half-life isn’t any better than being dead, so if you’re just sitting around here waiting for death, why not come back with me to qinghe?)

Not one to be left behind even at a table of experienced drinkers, he follows suit and drains his own cup entirely as well, and pours them both ANOTHER. Of the young masters of the sects in his immediate circle, Nie Huaisang is certainly MOST tolerable - and therefore, a good drinking partner. If he's to "make friends," as his father COMMANDS - he might as well have a few of his own choice.

"怎么，难不成聂公子以前认为我美则美矣，没有生气？是个木头美人？" The question is posed LAZILY, a smile half held in the curve of lips. Exhale is almost like a laugh - the breeze cool on his face, the alcohol warm in his veins, his tone singed by the burn of wine, half-joking - "也是。金家的孩子，除了提线木偶就是伥鬼了。"

He isn't very good with liquor - hasn't had much practice. A few idle cups has already brought the color to his face, to his lips, to his voice. He - RELAXES, just a little. It's a state he is admittedly unfamiliar with.

"两者倒是都没有 - 就是有点累了，才躲出来买醉。“ Admits, a touch quieter than before. Makes a face even thinking about people he's escaped in the day. It's the same few things, day in and day out, with his father and the Madame. His brother isn't so bad, at least - but he isn't particularly approachable either. "有时候会想着，就这么混吃等死好像也没有什么错，可是又不愿自干堕落。" He closes his eyes, and shakes his head. ”是不是很傻?"

[yishuns]

you.

(innocent) me?

[yishuns]

“contrary to popular belief, i know you’re capable of respecting boundaries, kuroba.” shinichi takes extra care to stress kaito’s family name, making clear that there was a distinction between the mask and the kid behind it, and that he was addressing the latter. “don’t make me regret trusting you.”

' aw , but you'd make a cute magician's assistant if we put you in the right outfit. ' there's a glint in his eyes that would have made hakuba duck and cover if they were in class.

[yishuns]

“stop trying to drag me into your dress up games,” shinichi responds quickly, heading kaito off before he got any ideas. “i’ve had enough of playing at being someone else for a lifetime, what with being conan; so thanks, but no thanks.”

he pouts. ' damn, way to ruin a poor thief's hopes and dreams. you really are the eternal critic. ' that being said, he probably should stop antagonising the detective before he genuinely tries to hide his body. ... nah. ' would you rather wear another type of uniform ? '

[yishuns]

there’s a pause, before — “you’re incorrigible is what you are,” shinichi says belatedly, shaking his head. “at this rate, i’ll help kaa-san hide your body. and no, i won’t put on a nurse’s outfit for that, either, so you can quit dreaming.”

' i'm the charming kaitō kid , of course i'm that irresistible , ' kaito says with a wink. he's pretty sure the only woman that he's been unable to charm is ran , but he also hadn't really been trying then either. kaito gives kudō a smirk after the pat on his shoulder. ' thanks , i appreciate it. could you put on a cute nurse's outfit too when you do it ? '