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eastbound2021-07-27 10:23 pm
thesuspense) wrote in eastbound2021-07-27 10:23 pm
audio | un: chengmei
Those dead people-- They talk a lot. Always the same talk. [From the sound of it, he finds said talk pretty tedious.] Restless dead. Arha won't shut up. I think his woman is being a-- [The sound cuts out as something that sounds like a paper wrapper is rustled loudly right by the stone] Pissed him off. Someone did. So they talk abo--
[A sudden pause, and then there are some quiet sounds, much like a piece of hard candy would make when pushed into a mouth and moved around by a tongue.]
...it's not sweet.
[This, in fact, is way more alarming news than whatever else he may have been about to tell.]
Why isn't it sweet? What is this useless place?! Why can't I taste?!
[That went from zero to a hundred on the barely interested to intense anger scale, and then the voice starts getting quieter, as if its owner has just up and walked away.]
Daozhang? Daozhang! I need you~ Where is-- Ah, right.
[With that, the voice becomes louder again, evidently having decided this thing might still be useful after all. Together with the stone, he also pick up on his long abandoned train of thought.]
Ah! Right, right, I forgot to say~! They want to kill you. Dunno why. Loooots of blah blah.
[A sudden pause, and then there are some quiet sounds, much like a piece of hard candy would make when pushed into a mouth and moved around by a tongue.]
...it's not sweet.
[This, in fact, is way more alarming news than whatever else he may have been about to tell.]
Why isn't it sweet? What is this useless place?! Why can't I taste?!
[That went from zero to a hundred on the barely interested to intense anger scale, and then the voice starts getting quieter, as if its owner has just up and walked away.]
Daozhang? Daozhang! I need you~ Where is-- Ah, right.
[With that, the voice becomes louder again, evidently having decided this thing might still be useful after all. Together with the stone, he also pick up on his long abandoned train of thought.]
Ah! Right, right, I forgot to say~! They want to kill you. Dunno why. Loooots of blah blah.
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If it would keep you out of trouble, yes?
[But, ah, since they're already tumbling down this path of innuendo and implications, Xingchen allows himself to give in somewhat.]
I suppose, in that case, you would deserve a reward for looking out for this one.
no subject
[A sentiment which may undermine the selflessness, but whatever. He doesn't let such a thing as logic get in the way of whatever reward might be in store for him. His eyes drink in the sight of Xingchen so beautifully flushed, a tightness in his chest that he does not comprehend.]
I don't think anything can keep me out of trouble, but if you find some rope we can give it a try. I'm sure you have methods I've yet to learn, daozhang.
[He stays with the implications, the innuendo, that teasing is easier to deal with than the serious talk, than watching Xingchen care about this person that he believes him to be.]