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shinobu "mashed potato" kocho ([personal profile] wisterin) wrote2021-12-08 07:55 pm

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"Good day! Isn't it beautiful?"
shinobu kocho
KNIGHT'S CLASS
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[personal profile] goldenrepair 2020-02-09 05:33 pm (UTC)(link)
[Her words are honest and right, but they still make his brows lower over his eyes, and he glances away. Both lips remain thin and together for a while.]

It will just keep building. But Xie Lian is already restless because he thinks he can't go out. That he's confined. If we're not wary, he'll be next.

[Which is to say, Jiang Cheng doesn't know what to do except be a bit harder on Xie Lian's whereabouts and his curfews. He hates it, being so restrictive, but he worries so much about something happening to Xie Lian like it did Xie Lian's parents, the mayor. In the end, he'll have to be the one Xie Lian hates the most, the rule overseer.

In the end, he wonders, if truly everyone is going to leave him standing on the Xian Le side alone.]
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[personal profile] goldenrepair 2020-02-10 05:16 pm (UTC)(link)
[you deserve it for shinobu abandoning him

He can't believe he's trying to do the right thing and executing it badly, that Kara and Shinobu both are giving him an earful about it. He hates, worse, seeing Xie Lian's soft and tightly smiling face, saying he wants to do something, he wants to get out.]


If something happens to him... [He bites back the rest of the words, not even wanting to hear them spoken. He doesn't know what he'd do. He'd hate himself. He'd never forgive himself.] I'll... think about it.

[He glances at Shinobu, and then quickly away to his shoulder.]

Just dig it out already. [A pause.] Do you have any alcohol? [Another pause.] The kind you drink.
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[personal profile] goldenrepair 2020-02-12 05:31 pm (UTC)(link)
[Don't proverb him. His lips pull thin, but he doesn't say anything to the wisdom, mostly because he knows she's not wrong.]

No. [It's stern, but not angry. There's something... He doesn't know what it is actually, though he doesn't take any time to think about it either. Something about... being asleep, about being asleep and having things... dug out? Whatever it is, it makes his skin crawl.] I want to be awake.

Just give me some alcohol, and I can take it.