Good thinking. [ hmm that's fine. gu yun fits easily under molly's arm, moving to pour the wine into two already set out glasses, then offers one to him. ]
You alright? [ he noticed that motion! of course he did. it's nice to have his eagle eyes back. ]
Only if it's you, I think. I'm not going to go swooning over Mineo or something anytime soon.
[ wehehehe. alas. he takes a drink of his wine and settles back to lean against the mini counter. ] Well, I suppose that makes what I saw make sense - we did find a terribly angry flower with a demonic face in the garden upon further investigation this morning. It attacked meimei, White and I the moment we stepped inside.
You are many things, but you aren't boring. [ with a laugh. all teasing aside, though, it's a serious question, and he stays where he is for the moment, considering it as he glances down at his glass and swirls the liquid inside. ]
I think there are certainly wild cards. [ there's always the chance that one single person will go astray from it. ] There's whoever continued to vote for Gojou - I have a feeling that they were carrying on the legacy of Mahito.
That board also said I came in second last week, as opposed to Gojou and I both coming in second, so I suppose there could be more than one person who voted for me. Though, I do think we likely tied. [ he doesn't seem that concerned about it, but... there is a chance, someone could just vote him off if they felt like it. ]
I'm not sure. There's at least one person I wonder who might just play nice, until it comes time to vote.
very very pleased to hear that little compliment about not being boring. like more than the off-hand comment would suggest. sad! don't worry about it.
But just drinking a bit more, spreading his knees out and sinking into his seat.]
I think one person - likely that being Childe - voted for you, and one person followed a mistaken thread about Gojou possibly being responsible for Mahito. Just by pure association. I won't say I'm not worried about it either, but we've never had two 2nd place finishers before. Just not enough of us to make me believe more than one person voted for either of you.
[ molly??? He gets a little bit of a look, to that, but it’s only a blip, followed by amusement and a little surprise. Like. In what universe would he ever even begin to find you boring. ]
Mm. I’m in agreement— and I know for a fact that Childe voted for me, so. The logic seems sound. [ gu yun doesn’t quite roll his eyes over childe’s vote, but it absolutely comes off that way emotionally. like he wouldn’t have done the same thing. But, with the two portraits thing, especially, he’s not worried. ] I think we’ll spend most of our nine hours debating the no vote, I think, when we really should be having hot pot and taking a well deserved rest. That, or getting lost on a completely unrelated tangent, as we tend to do.
[ after a moment, he pushes off of the mini counter and comes over to the table, glass in hand. ]
[ especially with the group of people that they have left- they really have weeded out all sorts of... types. the entire system of the indulgence center is fucked - their jail cell, for instance, nearly a metaphor for the joke this place is - and while these jokes of executions are a means, they’ve already reached their ends. ]
Let’s just hope our comrades think the same. [ and, he’ll mirror the gesture, downing the rest of his drink. ] If not, then we’ll convince them.
[ this is a familiar spot; they’ve been here before, weeks and weeks ago. gu yun regards him for a moment, then steps into the space left between his thighs, still standing, making himself available; only, weeks later, there’s much less hesitation, as he runs his fingers gently into Molly’s hair and pulls his head against his torso, to just hold him. ]
...mm. [ what’s good and what’s right has been unnecessarily complicated here, hasn’t it? his emotions match for a moment, a little more somber, reflecting, and he falls quiet with it, for a little while. ]
[He's alright, right now. There's something about being right here, held like this, that makes it difficult to worry too much about anything else for the moment. One wrong vote, or other looming threats, or vague, far-off worries about maybe never getting to experience it again. Selfishly taking what he can, while he can.
There's a brief thought like maybe he should say something. How just last week he'd felt so sick on this same sort of night, thinking about how he couldn't leave things unsaid. But he doesn't, for the moment.]
[ for a little while, he settles into this, this content, gentle sort of atmosphere. his fingers soothe through molly's hair, gently following the pattern of now familiar curls, petting him like an overgrown cat. gu yun is always thinking - his mind's always a step or five ahead of where he's standing, and he's running through a mental list of their participants and the likelihood of how they vote, or what arguments might have to be made - but despite that, his emotions stay steady and calm. content, really, despite the promise of harder liquor and their usual brand of foolishness.
just like last week; sometimes it's nice to just be like this. just relax, darling. monday, it had been more difficult than it should have been. right now, as he slowly lets the train of thought for tomorrow drift away, it's not so hard.
maybe he's learned, at least a little, how to relax after all. (maybe it's also just a little easier, now that there's not as much potential of being caught.) ]
[He just likes this, even though it's very unfair to make gu yun stand there and pet him while he just gets to relax, clinging to him a bit like a child.
Eventually, he pulls his head up, resting his chin against him and looking up at him and grinning for a second before he totally pulls back - reaching over for the tequila bottle. spinning the top off and holding it up.]
To Childe. May he leave it better than he found it with a feckin' no vote.
[ sometimes you just spoil your tiefling into oblivion on accident.
it’s unfortunate, how when molly looks up, his emotions do a small, warm flip— and he catches himself smiling before he’s ready to. molly pulling back has him grinning, though, a moment to put that gently on a shelf. ]
Cheers to that. [ wouldn’t that just be the best end? ] How very poetic.
[ amusement lights up his face at the reaction, just briefly, but, gu yun takes the bottle and lifts it in a mock toast - cheers to that - then does the same, taking a swig. tequila is strong, and it burns on the way down, but, a shots worth is plenty good.
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You alright? [ he noticed that motion! of course he did. it's nice to have his eagle eyes back. ]
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[Pulling some of gu yun's hair aside to kiss at his neck for a moment, teasing.]
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[ terrible, don't emit gleeful goblin emotions at that? terrible ]
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If you find it sexy, it can be . . . ?
[But that means it's probably not.]
Woke up in the garden, feeling a bit stabbed.
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Only if it's you, I think. I'm not going to go swooning over Mineo or something anytime soon.
[ wehehehe. alas. he takes a drink of his wine and settles back to lean against the mini counter. ] Well, I suppose that makes what I saw make sense - we did find a terribly angry flower with a demonic face in the garden upon further investigation this morning. It attacked meimei, White and I the moment we stepped inside.
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[Just going to sit in one of the chairs, sipping at the wine. just sipping for now.]
. . . You think we'll be able to organize that no-vote?
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I think there are certainly wild cards. [ there's always the chance that one single person will go astray from it. ] There's whoever continued to vote for Gojou - I have a feeling that they were carrying on the legacy of Mahito.
That board also said I came in second last week, as opposed to Gojou and I both coming in second, so I suppose there could be more than one person who voted for me. Though, I do think we likely tied. [ he doesn't seem that concerned about it, but... there is a chance, someone could just vote him off if they felt like it. ]
I'm not sure. There's at least one person I wonder who might just play nice, until it comes time to vote.
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very very pleased to hear that little compliment about not being boring. like more than the off-hand comment would suggest. sad! don't worry about it.
But just drinking a bit more, spreading his knees out and sinking into his seat.]
I think one person - likely that being Childe - voted for you, and one person followed a mistaken thread about Gojou possibly being responsible for Mahito. Just by pure association. I won't say I'm not worried about it either, but we've never had two 2nd place finishers before. Just not enough of us to make me believe more than one person voted for either of you.
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Mm. I’m in agreement— and I know for a fact that Childe voted for me, so. The logic seems sound. [ gu yun doesn’t quite roll his eyes over childe’s vote, but it absolutely comes off that way emotionally. like he wouldn’t have done the same thing. But, with the two portraits thing, especially, he’s not worried. ] I think we’ll spend most of our nine hours debating the no vote, I think, when we really should be having hot pot and taking a well deserved rest. That, or getting lost on a completely unrelated tangent, as we tend to do.
[ after a moment, he pushes off of the mini counter and comes over to the table, glass in hand. ]
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I suppose I'm just tired of seeing people die. And we have a chance to stop it. We don't have to kill tomorrow. We don't have to.
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[ especially with the group of people that they have left- they really have weeded out all sorts of... types. the entire system of the indulgence center is fucked - their jail cell, for instance, nearly a metaphor for the joke this place is - and while these jokes of executions are a means, they’ve already reached their ends. ]
Let’s just hope our comrades think the same. [ and, he’ll mirror the gesture, downing the rest of his drink. ] If not, then we’ll convince them.
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Be nice. To do something right for once.
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...mm. [ what’s good and what’s right has been unnecessarily complicated here, hasn’t it? his emotions match for a moment, a little more somber, reflecting, and he falls quiet with it, for a little while. ]
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There's a brief thought like maybe he should say something. How just last week he'd felt so sick on this same sort of night, thinking about how he couldn't leave things unsaid. But he doesn't, for the moment.]
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just like last week; sometimes it's nice to just be like this. just relax, darling. monday, it had been more difficult than it should have been. right now, as he slowly lets the train of thought for tomorrow drift away, it's not so hard.
maybe he's learned, at least a little, how to relax after all. (maybe it's also just a little easier, now that there's not as much potential of being caught.) ]
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Eventually, he pulls his head up, resting his chin against him and looking up at him and grinning for a second before he totally pulls back - reaching over for the tequila bottle. spinning the top off and holding it up.]
To Childe. May he leave it better than he found it with a feckin' no vote.
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it’s unfortunate, how when molly looks up, his emotions do a small, warm flip— and he catches himself smiling before he’s ready to. molly pulling back has him grinning, though, a moment to put that gently on a shelf. ]
Cheers to that. [ wouldn’t that just be the best end? ] How very poetic.
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Fuck it.
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fuck it, indeed. ]