we're back. there is a long moment of quiet. his ears immediately start turning red, again, clearly visible when he moves his head to press his fingers to his temple for a second as he remembers everything that happened before the whole. murder trial distraction. ]
[ he. laughs. he can't help it, really, reaching up to scrub his face. ]
Don't get riled up by impaling again. [ his first instinct is to make jokes.
there's a pause. gu yun closes his eyes, hand still on his face. ]
...no. Well. Maybe that one. It's a bit impaled. [ tripping on the way to the finish line here, ] But it. Probably leads into something else that we should...
[ ...
SIGHS. ] ... I probably was the one to impale it in the first place.
[He can't really help it either, laughing a sharp bark and then rubbing at his face a bit. At least his flush is easier to hide.]
You didn't.
[Quickly, because-- well. He knows he sort of shoved his boot in it. There's a long pause, and he puts his chin in his hands and only then manages to flick his gaze over.]
I mean, I. [He pauses again.] I liked what you said. Don't get me wrong.
[ i mean. he, similarly, is embarrassed and trying not to show it, but, once he gets over the "i wasn't ready for that answer" and the "i have absolutely zero idea what just happened" he looks up, face very red.
... ]
...I did mean it. So. I rarely say things I don't mean.
[ a pause, and then, he snorts, a little derisive, though mostly at himself. ] I don't - This is the first time I've ever been this tongue tied in my entire life, what the hell. [ so congratulations i guess. ]
right. ] Air's perfectly clear. [ glad we had this (not) talk. what a disaster.
his hands come away from his face. it'd be nice to be purple right now because when you're as lily white as he is it becomes really obvious when you're embarrassed! there's a pause, and then. ]
...No appointment this time? [ a little more tongue in cheek, now, falling somewhere towards normalcy, but... not, too. ]
[ (plays deaf) ] What? I have no idea what you're talking about.
[ he has been so fussy for days. please.
anyway it's? a little unfortunate that he's still trying to get his bearings, or maybe he won't be able to? molly's hand fits easy in his, and it makes his heart do a backflip, which is unfortunately not that new. this is a lot of feelings for one little marquis of order. off they go! ] Let's try to stay out of the healing pods for one week. I'm getting sick of that damn medbay.
[just a soft snort and a duck of the head, squeezing his hand at that. ridiculous how easily he can predict gu yun's responses now. how quickly someone can become so important. then again, to someone with only two years of life, a month is a rather long stretch of time, isn't it?]
Sure. A deal. Unless I find a way to top that handprint, which I'll tell you I've been contemplating. Scratches just can't compete, everyone's got claws these days. Have to do something very uniquely Mollymauk.
sometimes you have to take a moment to wonder to yourself, "when did i pick up that as a kink" ]
Hm. [ anyway, ] Well. I have no question about your creativity, though I'd rather it be something I didn't necessarily have to heal. Or want to, particularly. Might make up for your rather blank canvas the week before.
[ despite being sort of a human punching bag tank, he doesn't actually love pain??? you just get used to it sometimes. not much of a masochist, this one... ] I'll stay while you're in the pod, and let's brainstorm. I believe I have a challenge to follow through on, anyhow.
[ and... he doesn't say, it but.
he's got maybe a week of sight and hearing left. it might be nice, to actually see whatever it is. ]
![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
no subject
aaand
we're back. there is a long moment of quiet. his ears immediately start turning red, again, clearly visible when he moves his head to press his fingers to his temple for a second as he remembers everything that happened before the whole. murder trial distraction. ]
no subject
no subject
Don't get riled up by impaling again. [ his first instinct is to make jokes.
there's a pause. gu yun closes his eyes, hand still on his face. ]
...no. Well. Maybe that one. It's a bit impaled. [ tripping on the way to the finish line here, ] But it. Probably leads into something else that we should...
[ ...
SIGHS. ] ... I probably was the one to impale it in the first place.
no subject
You didn't.
[Quickly, because-- well. He knows he sort of shoved his boot in it. There's a long pause, and he puts his chin in his hands and only then manages to flick his gaze over.]
I mean, I. [He pauses again.] I liked what you said. Don't get me wrong.
no subject
hm. ]
no subject
... ]
...I did mean it. So. I rarely say things I don't mean.
[ a pause, and then, he snorts, a little derisive, though mostly at himself. ] I don't - This is the first time I've ever been this tongue tied in my entire life, what the hell. [ so congratulations i guess. ]
no subject
[molly isn't nearly as tongue-tied as he was earlier, but, he'd be equally as red if he could turn red. Instead of like. Purplier. A brighter purple.]
So we can-- We can leave it at that then. You've said something. I liked the thing you said.
no subject
[ right.
right. ] Air's perfectly clear. [ glad we had this (not) talk. what a disaster.
his hands come away from his face. it'd be nice to be purple right now because when you're as lily white as he is it becomes really obvious when you're embarrassed! there's a pause, and then. ]
...No appointment this time? [ a little more tongue in cheek, now, falling somewhere towards normalcy, but... not, too. ]
no subject
mollys tail is absolutely just whipping back and forth at three hundred miles per hour, but no one should point that out.]
No appointment. [...] Though I should get back in the damn thing at some point. Still wasn't quite enough to do it all the way.
no subject
[ gu yun glances at the remains of the drink in his glass, then picks it up, downs it, and gets up.
there's a long pause. (he sees that tail)
and... eventually, still pink in the cheeks, he holds out his hand. ] I'll walk you there.
no subject
Only downside is once I can breathe properly, you won't spoil me as much. I was getting used to it.
no subject
[ he has been so fussy for days. please.
anyway it's? a little unfortunate that he's still trying to get his bearings, or maybe he won't be able to? molly's hand fits easy in his, and it makes his heart do a backflip, which is unfortunately not that new. this is a lot of feelings for one little marquis of order. off they go! ] Let's try to stay out of the healing pods for one week. I'm getting sick of that damn medbay.
no subject
Sure. A deal. Unless I find a way to top that handprint, which I'll tell you I've been contemplating. Scratches just can't compete, everyone's got claws these days. Have to do something very uniquely Mollymauk.
no subject
sometimes you have to take a moment to wonder to yourself, "when did i pick up that as a kink" ]
Hm. [ anyway, ] Well. I have no question about your creativity, though I'd rather it be something I didn't necessarily have to heal. Or want to, particularly. Might make up for your rather blank canvas the week before.
[ despite being sort of a human punching bag tank, he doesn't actually love pain??? you just get used to it sometimes. not much of a masochist, this one... ] I'll stay while you're in the pod, and let's brainstorm. I believe I have a challenge to follow through on, anyhow.
[ and... he doesn't say, it but.
he's got maybe a week of sight and hearing left. it might be nice, to actually see whatever it is. ]