He's... [ gu yun trails off for a second, like he's trying to find the words. he's comically bad at just about anything that even remotely touches past "flirtatious and silly", and gu yun really enjoys molly's company - he's never quite had a friend like him, in so many senses of the world.
he stops peering over at the mark, for a moment, and rests his chin on wrath's shoulder, instead, looking past them. ] ...mnn.
[ wow for someone who is very charming that's. what he has to say, apparently.
ahem, ] ...Having a permanent mark is one way to do that, certainly.
[ no he's just fucking terrible at using the word "friend", actually, please don't enable this terrible behavior. if he notices wrath's concern and quiet warmth, he's not drawing attention to it. screams about sincerity ] He's rather talented, is what I was going to say.
[ thankfully, he does not fall off of the chair - that startled him! he's used to people taking vengeance on his sass by losing it not sudden bite vengeance - but his ears flush red, and he immediately shoves his ice cold hands on the first piece of bare skin he sees.
he'd shove them up her cloak if it wasn't so impossible to do, but her neck will also suffice!!! ]
[ yeah i hope someone in the hallway hears the clatter because that chair containing two gremlins is hitting the floor. gu yun squawks, less than graceful, and is nice enough to hold onto wrath but there's really no saving either of them from hitting the ground.
[ blinking up at the ceiling, his liuli glass horribly crooked, gu yun hears wrath start giggling, and.
yeah, this is really stupid. he starts snickering, too, wrapping his arms back around her and tipping his head back onto the floor with a low thump. wehehehe ]
[ gu yun has to wipe a tear of laughter away from his eyes, but, he untangles his hair from the back of the chair with a shake of his head, and takes those grabby hands! up he goes with a last hooo.
ridiculous! when was the last time he laughed that hard! ]
[nooo, that was cute? that's cute. wrath just grins, affectionately, and putting her warm hands on either side of his face and kissing him right on the mouth.
when she pulls back, her ears flick like a cat's.]
anyway. gu yun has no idea what a dork is, nor can he tell if it's a compliment or an insult from wrath's affectionate tone, but he's not complaining for the kiss, either. mwah. ]
You are a dork. [ he just says this with the utmost confidence. ]
[ hey! that worked! nice. he'll learn modern slang yet
pleased with himself, the smile shifts to one that's a little more confused, as gu yun takes the phone back from her, and puts it back into his pocket. ] Hm? [ O: ]
[another pause, as she brings up a hand to stroke his cheek? very gently.]
Check your phone. [and if he does, he'll find a push notification that reads I Won't Hesitate, Bitch on it. opening it gives him a button to press, if he so chooses.]
I can't, uh. I can't do a whole lot. But I can give you this.
[ i hope its just a vine. alternatively, i hope my death, ]
[ gu yun tilts his head up a bit into the pet, watching the screen. ] This won't kill me the moment I press it, will it? [ he says this a little dryly, a little teasing, thumb hovering over the button for a moment. ]
[that actually makes her frown, her ear twitching again.]
No. [that's - way more solemn? hm.] No, I hope it'll do the opposite.
[but if he does press the button, he'll feel a warmth in his chest that spreads out to his fingers - instinctively, he knows that he can now make any person feel as though they've been shot, without leaving a mark, once. they won't die, but they'll feel it.]
realization crosses his face as he feels the warmth, first - gu yun gives a stretch of his hand experimentally, afterwards.
he's quiet, for a moment, and looks down at his palm. the solemnness isn't lost on him, either, as he slowly curls his hand into a fist. ]
...Thank you, Wrath. [ a genuine gratitude, there. seriousness for seriousness, as he files that sensation away for later, tucking the phone back away. there's a moment of hesitation, but, eventually, he steps forward, and leans over to seal the moment with a kiss. ]
she meets him when he moves to kiss her, resting her hands against his chest as he does. she lets the kiss linger a little, and then pulls away with a little smile.]
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she lets out a little sigh when he looks close.] ... I like it too. I like him, uh - a lot, actually. He reminds me of my brother, sometimes.
[...] Seeing him upset, uh, got me vibrating out of my skin a bit, so I just let him do whatever he wanted.
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He's... [ gu yun trails off for a second, like he's trying to find the words. he's comically bad at just about anything that even remotely touches past "flirtatious and silly", and gu yun really enjoys molly's company - he's never quite had a friend like him, in so many senses of the world.
he stops peering over at the mark, for a moment, and rests his chin on wrath's shoulder, instead, looking past them. ] ...mnn.
[ wow for someone who is very charming that's. what he has to say, apparently.
ahem, ] ...Having a permanent mark is one way to do that, certainly.
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... You good? [she asks, quieter, letting him settle however he's going to settle.]
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[ no he's just fucking terrible at using the word "friend", actually, please don't enable this terrible behavior. if he notices wrath's concern and quiet warmth, he's not drawing attention to it. screams about sincerity ] He's rather talented, is what I was going to say.
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You can admit you like him, you know. Who am I going to tell?
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Hmmm. Were you so keen to admit something similar...?
[ pot, kettle! ]
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she gigglesnorts, holding onto him to make sure he doesn't like, fall off the chair or anything.]
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he'd shove them up her cloak if it wasn't so impossible to do, but her neck will also suffice!!! ]
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are they like, on a chair, because if they are she's going to wildly upset the balance. timber.]
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rip ]
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she just hits the floor and dies laughing, immediately. she's still clinging to him, giggling helplessly.]
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yeah, this is really stupid. he starts snickering, too, wrapping his arms back around her and tipping his head back onto the floor with a low thump. wehehehe ]
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eventually, she recovers, and pulls herself up to sit, making grabby hands for him.]
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ridiculous! when was the last time he laughed that hard! ]
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when she pulls back, her ears flick like a cat's.]
Dork. [c:]
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anyway. gu yun has no idea what a dork is, nor can he tell if it's a compliment or an insult from wrath's affectionate tone, but he's not complaining for the kiss, either. mwah. ]
You are a dork. [ he just says this with the utmost confidence. ]
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No! You! Also. [she pauses, and looks around - only to grab his phone, and hand it to him.] I have something for you.
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pleased with himself, the smile shifts to one that's a little more confused, as gu yun takes the phone back from her, and puts it back into his pocket. ] Hm? [ O: ]
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Check your phone. [and if he does, he'll find a push notification that reads I Won't Hesitate, Bitch on it. opening it gives him a button to press, if he so chooses.]
I can't, uh. I can't do a whole lot. But I can give you this.
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[ gu yun tilts his head up a bit into the pet, watching the screen. ] This won't kill me the moment I press it, will it? [ he says this a little dryly, a little teasing, thumb hovering over the button for a moment. ]
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No. [that's - way more solemn? hm.] No, I hope it'll do the opposite.
[but if he does press the button, he'll feel a warmth in his chest that spreads out to his fingers - instinctively, he knows that he can now make any person feel as though they've been shot, without leaving a mark, once. they won't die, but they'll feel it.]
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realization crosses his face as he feels the warmth, first - gu yun gives a stretch of his hand experimentally, afterwards.
he's quiet, for a moment, and looks down at his palm. the solemnness isn't lost on him, either, as he slowly curls his hand into a fist. ]
...Thank you, Wrath. [ a genuine gratitude, there. seriousness for seriousness, as he files that sensation away for later, tucking the phone back away. there's a moment of hesitation, but, eventually, he steps forward, and leans over to seal the moment with a kiss. ]
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she meets him when he moves to kiss her, resting her hands against his chest as he does. she lets the kiss linger a little, and then pulls away with a little smile.]
Yeah. Yeah, don't mention it.
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