[ gu yun's been in and out since the body announcement, so. he's back after doing some investigating, coming to nudge the door shut with his hip once he does. he's got a plate in his hand, loaded with some stuff from the vending machine! bear claws, a couple danishes, some fruit. ]
Don't get used to it. [ he says like he's not going to continue this until he's better, probably?? it's fine.
they can take a break outside of the pods, and discuss for a bit, so! he brings the plate over and sets it down at the closest side table, handing him a bear claw. a nice breakfast to talk about people getting murdered over. ] How're you feeling?
[being a brat and going for fruit first. he's not moving nearly as stiffly as he was yesterday, though he's still. sort of stiff. not so much because of the corpse-like feeling though.]
I did, yes. I've done that quite a few times, you'll get better.
[ terrible and blase about this as ever. he still really hates thinking about molly almost dying, actually, so it's better to play it off with jokes! if he's not gonna eat the bear claw, that's fine - he just sets it back down, still a big baby about sugar. ]
[ there's a beat. he offers them forward, though - they're clean, with a normal amount of dirt under the nails. maybe a little sugar from the bear claw frosting, but. ]
Harrow's already checked me. I've been working on checking others since.
It wasn't! I don't have any particularly murderous plans, though I'd certainly reciprocate if you did. [ terrible. molly can have his hands now ig. two homies, just holding hands, saying they'd cover for each other in a murder. ]
That was a clever idea the two of you had. How'd you set the trap?
[ this is very genuine praise!! he's tickled by this, and he teased harrow for not including him in it earlier, so. ] She said we were looking for something similar to the pattern of your tattoos - or, especially clean hands, like they'd been scrubbed. What was it, ink?
[Molly pulls up a sleeve - on one of the flower petals, there's just a simple dot of red on arm. You can probably only tell since he's pointing to it, buried in the other colors there, but.]
Mm, ink. So their fingers may be stained red. A needle as well - I tested to see if healing would remove the ink, but it doesn't. So even if they healed the pinprick, the mark should still be on a finger. That is, assuming anyone touched it at all.
anyway. he nods, though, finally letting go of one of molly's hands to drag the plate over so they can get back to eating and discussing this very serious murder situation. ]
I doubt it, though. Douman was so seriously injured - I imagine if he woke up in the middle of the night, he would've come straight here. I don't know if he would've been able to fight back, otherwise. We ought to make sure his hands are clean tomorrow when we find him, as well.
He came out before you did. I helped direct others to the medbay at the beginning, but... I don't remember seeing them here after, honestly.
[ he was. really distracted. when molly got yeeted out of wherever the fuck they were.
there's a beat, for a moment after that, like he's - thinking about it? or more like gu yun's defenses are already so low from yesterday that a single pout is more than enough, serious, or otherwise. so. he ducks in quickly afterwards and gives him a kiss, just a quick peck.
his cheeks pinken afterwards, and very valiantly, he picks up where he left off, clearing his throat.
....anyway. ]
Though, being blinded isn't necessarily a handicap, depending on how aware you of the area. [ not everyone is gu yun, however, so. thus his medbay theory. ]
[INCREDIBLY SPOILED and making a face like he knows it now. dangerous? don't you always just smooch the bros good morning. Anyway now he'll move onto bear claws, laughing a bit - wheezy still.]
No, I suppose not, but there's really no way to tell until we can see a body tomorrow. I-- I did tell you that he and Gojou argued over who would be the one to kill Omi in our little adventure, yes?
Their drama is, and I say this as someone that normally loves observing drama, a lot. So I'm not sure, but. I was sitting there bleeding to death while I watched them scream and stab each other, so certainly some tensions were running high.
[please kinkshame them]
Omi seems to be involved with them both in some way. I-- wouldn't be shocked if tomorrow plays out rather like a lover's quarrel along the way.
At least if there's no catchable killer, if that is the case, it'll be on them, and not on our failures. [ kinkshames.... ] For the record, when I mentioned impaling you yesterday, that was absolutely not how I meant it. To each their own, I suppose.
[ . . .
the. impaling comment reminds him. actually. hm. ] ... Before tomorrow, I do need to show you something. I suppose I could take a quick nap in one of these to fix it, but I'd rather not be trapped with red ink when I've done nothing wrong.
however, because he really doesn't want to be scapegoated (scapegoat me, everyone!) gu yun shifts to move off of where he was leaning against the bed and shrugs out of the top half of his silks, turning to face away from molly as he does so. they fall down to his waist, and
there on his lower back, is a sunburn
in the perfect shape of a hand. the only thing redder on him right now is probably his ears. ]
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Brought breakfast. [ continues to spoil, ]
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Oh. I really am getting spoiled.
[He isn't so cold and stiff this morning, so, reaching out. grabby hands.]
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they can take a break outside of the pods, and discuss for a bit, so! he brings the plate over and sets it down at the closest side table, handing him a bear claw. a nice breakfast to talk about people getting murdered over. ] How're you feeling?
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Sore. Did you know almost dying hurts?
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[ terrible and blase about this as ever. he still really hates thinking about molly almost dying, actually, so it's better to play it off with jokes! if he's not gonna eat the bear claw, that's fine - he just sets it back down, still a big baby about sugar. ]
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... May I see your hands?
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Harrow's already checked me. I've been working on checking others since.
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[A soft snort. He'll still take the hands offered, but mostly because now he wants to hold them.]
Really if it was you I'd have just helped you cover it, so.
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It wasn't! I don't have any particularly murderous plans, though I'd certainly reciprocate if you did. [ terrible. molly can have his hands now ig. two homies, just holding hands, saying they'd cover for each other in a murder. ]
That was a clever idea the two of you had. How'd you set the trap?
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[his tail flicks! he does seem rather proud of this one.]
Ah-- Well, we just did it last night. Remember when I threw my club into the pod and she fetched it? Or Harrow storming away from our conversation?
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[ this is very genuine praise!! he's tickled by this, and he teased harrow for not including him in it earlier, so. ] She said we were looking for something similar to the pattern of your tattoos - or, especially clean hands, like they'd been scrubbed. What was it, ink?
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[Molly pulls up a sleeve - on one of the flower petals, there's just a simple dot of red on arm. You can probably only tell since he's pointing to it, buried in the other colors there, but.]
Mm, ink. So their fingers may be stained red. A needle as well - I tested to see if healing would remove the ink, but it doesn't. So even if they healed the pinprick, the mark should still be on a finger. That is, assuming anyone touched it at all.
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[ WHAT A GOOD IDEA!!! ]
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[huff.]
No one may have been in here at all, mind.
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anyway. he nods, though, finally letting go of one of molly's hands to drag the plate over so they can get back to eating and discussing this very serious murder situation. ]
I doubt it, though. Douman was so seriously injured - I imagine if he woke up in the middle of the night, he would've come straight here. I don't know if he would've been able to fight back, otherwise. We ought to make sure his hands are clean tomorrow when we find him, as well.
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He was blinded, I didn't-- I didn't see him after. Was he brought here with the rest of us?
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He came out before you did. I helped direct others to the medbay at the beginning, but... I don't remember seeing them here after, honestly.
[ he was. really distracted. when molly got yeeted out of wherever the fuck they were.
there's a beat, for a moment after that, like he's - thinking about it? or more like gu yun's defenses are already so low from yesterday that a single pout is more than enough, serious, or otherwise. so. he ducks in quickly afterwards and gives him a kiss, just a quick peck.
his cheeks pinken afterwards, and very valiantly, he picks up where he left off, clearing his throat.
....anyway. ]
Though, being blinded isn't necessarily a handicap, depending on how aware you of the area. [ not everyone is gu yun, however, so. thus his medbay theory. ]
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[INCREDIBLY SPOILED and making a face like he knows it now. dangerous? don't you always just smooch the bros good morning. Anyway now he'll move onto bear claws, laughing a bit - wheezy still.]
No, I suppose not, but there's really no way to tell until we can see a body tomorrow. I-- I did tell you that he and Gojou argued over who would be the one to kill Omi in our little adventure, yes?
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anyway. speaking of making faces. ] ...Didn't those two both - weren't they romantically involved, or something? Why were they arguing over it?
[ like not to kinkshame but also ]
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[please kinkshame them]
Omi seems to be involved with them both in some way. I-- wouldn't be shocked if tomorrow plays out rather like a lover's quarrel along the way.
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i'm exhausted. ]
Well. What is it they say? Envy causes waves on seas of vinegar? [ incredible. ] Talk about a crime of passion.
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[i am also just exhausted.]
... We should consider they may have killed each other.
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At least if there's no catchable killer, if that is the case, it'll be on them, and not on our failures. [ kinkshames.... ] For the record, when I mentioned impaling you yesterday, that was absolutely not how I meant it. To each their own, I suppose.
[ . . .
the. impaling comment reminds him. actually. hm. ] ... Before tomorrow, I do need to show you something. I suppose I could take a quick nap in one of these to fix it, but I'd rather not be trapped with red ink when I've done nothing wrong.
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face molly is making
is so much. just pure radiating gremlin instantly]
What have you got? Show me. Show me, show me. Show me. Show me. [Wheezing breath.] Show me.
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however, because he really doesn't want to be scapegoated (scapegoat me, everyone!) gu yun shifts to move off of where he was leaning against the bed and shrugs out of the top half of his silks, turning to face away from molly as he does so. they fall down to his waist, and
there on his lower back, is a sunburn
in the perfect shape of a hand. the only thing redder on him right now is probably his ears. ]
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