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INBOX TEXT ► un: jueyun chili

AUDIO ► call: "Hello, this is Chongyun. Please leave a note and I will respond as quickly as possible."

VIDEO ► facetime

ACTION ► [ a small mailbox with a rusty latch, with the characters 重云 scribbled across the front plate in neat handwriting; the worn old door has #19 blazed across its wood, in a building just off one of the main streets in Tamamo territory. ]

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[ ... the rest of the letters are mostly come to close, which is why decides to focus solely on the last part there. It just feels. Off? Because Xingqiu's clothes are always nice. Not that Chongyun ever really minds clothes, usually wearing his thaumaturge attire. Between them, it's the other boy who actually has taste.

Giving leeway to unpleasantries ... displeased with certain matters... abate attention...

Chongyun squints at the screen. ]

What happened?

[ That's it, that's the letter. ]

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[ This time it's surprising how quickly Chongyun responds, but upon seeing the text it becomes clear why that message came so swiftly. Two words, and again there is concern. But he is not going to detail his experiences, he'd sooner go down the list of skills he never once mentioned taught by the Guhua Clan.

It's... just... well he doesn't know what to think aside from being upset. That's it. ]

Shouldn't you be heading to work now? Actually, that's where I should be. I doubt they'll notice my tardiness, from all accounts all soul-crushing jobs require their employees to drag their feet. However, I'll have to practice that distant expression they all wear.

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[ Dodging. Chongyun's squint only becomes narrower and his suspicions only grow, with his response a quick ding ding ding. He might be slow at times, but with everything that Xingqiu said earlier and then the sudden veer away ... is it so bad that he doesn't want to explain?

He's in Tamamo. He already knows there are plenty of unseemly people about. Whew, just the thought of this is getting him hot and bothered—deep breaths, Chongyun, deep breaths... ]

Xingqiu. Did someone say something?

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[ Drat, Chongyun is becoming more adept at noting his tactics. He has to work doubly hard from now on it would seem. What's next, the exorcist not falling for his ploys. That would be the day. ]

I can handle the odd remark. Delivery, however, well, it does not matter presently. I am being cautious. But maybe I'll call upon you for assistance if need be.

[ But not really. It's his own mess, he would mop up. Speaking of which. Right he is supposed to be on janitorial duties... Ugh. ]

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[ Will he? Debatable, but Chongyun hopes he does. Isn’t that what friends are for? ]

Alright. I won’t press. But I am here, whenever you need me.

[ He’ll allow their conversation to end there—but he tucks this into the back of his mind, for safekeeping. He won’t press, but he won’t forget either. ]

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[ Friends also take responsibility for their own folly, the case here being that he sailed an unknown route running aground. Perhaps nothing will come of it, he isn't sure, there are a few reads he managed to garner but never a complete picture. But with that last message received he is content to let the conversation fall idle. ]