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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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[ Had his friend stubbornly refused to take a bite then Xingqiu would have shown a greater degree of obstinance. There is an objective in mind, he will see it fulfilled. His expression brightens as he watches Chongyun take that first bite, content to watch him enjoy the tart it takes him a moment to note the traces of whipped cream left behind. Unfortunately, Xingqiu is far too practical to pick on the implication (and opportunity) that's arisen.

A napkin would be dabbed across Chongyun's lips wiping his face clean. There, good as new. And for a second time, the tart would be offered to him. ]

To be honest, I didn't expect you would come home with these sweets. I prepared a full meal for you but that can wait now. I am just happy that for once we can celebrate together — it also hasn't stopped feeling strange. Oh. Well. I guess I can tell you or surprise you some more.

[ It takes a bit of maneuvering for him to fish his phone from some obscure pocket in the skirt of the uniform. It takes him a little longer to navigate through it as he insists on Chongyun taking another bite. When he finds what he is looking for his eyes brighten up. A deep breath is taken, before he shuts his eyes, embarrassment is present and he attempts to restrain yet all the same he makes the needed selection. Soon a song plays, instrumentals only, of course. Otherwise, that time used to practice singing would have been for naught. And he will do his best to sing for Chongyun. ]

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[ A full meal, too? So it's true. Chongyun had been so dumbfounded when he came in that he hadn't noticed the aroma from the kitchen, but now that it's been pointed out, he does. He hadn't expected Xingqiu to go so far—he's touched. Which is why he goes quiet again for a moment, overwhelmed by his emotions. Such a thoughtful gesture ... ]

I know. Even if we were brought here unwillingly, being able to be together like this is nice.

[ Silver linings, right? It's better to look at the good than the bad. Small moments like this, which they wouldn't have back home, need to be treasured.

He blinks at the phone that Xingqiu draws from his skirts. Another surprise? The start of the music is enough to remind him of the one other time he heard his friend sing, which has his face heating up straight away. The nosebleed is instantaneous, dripping down over his mouth and chin within moments.

Maybe he does need that bath after all. ]

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[ Barely two notes sung and already he sees the results of his efforts. All he can say is this outcome is worse than the last time he attempted to sing for Chongyun. Displeasure is present but suppressed knowing all his efforts had been for nothing; this marks his lack of improvement.

Quick to pinch Chongyun's nose shut with his free hand, the tart would be set down among the other sweets before he is able to grab a napkin. It's disheartening to see Chongyun's blood-smeared face despite his efforts; no drastic strides in skill were expected with only a few months to practice and only having proper guidance the past few weeks. This isn't at all what he wanted to cause and yet he can't deny the bloody mess that is his friend's face, the very one he attempts to clean with a napkin. ]

Your nose is bleeding.

[ So perhaps in all this time they have been able to avoid spending so much time together (especially on these types of occasions) may have been for the best. Or he will just have to consider never singing in Chongyun's presence. Or at all. Good thing he was never inclined to follow a musical career path then.

His gaze shifts over to his phone set on the table. The song without lyrics still plays and finally, he takes the opportunity to shut the music off. ]

Come on. Let's get your face washed off.