final curfew pcs in sitting room

[fetteredwings]

a succubus,a normal? boy and a doll gather in a room full of books, snacks and plushies

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[fetteredwings]

[sitting here , pulling Hyunjung's cheeks to make sure he's real]

[endearments]

Ow, Nala... that hurts...!

[ He whines too much. ]

[fetteredwings]

I just need to make sure one more time...!

[ oh this is

this is kinda fun

hm]

[endearments]

Why aren't you as surprised for Yuki...

[ wehhhh ]

[fetteredwings]

Because Yuki was walking around as a plushie and we were talking through the ouija board about how badly you were doing.

[ a pause]

Who is that anyway?

[ person Yuki brought along...]

[endearments]

Oh.

[ He turns to look at the person. ]

Whoa, who's that?!

[fetteredwings]

You didn't notice him when you were in the museum?

[HYUNJUNG...]

[endearments]

I, um... wasn't really paying attention to anything... when I was there...

[renjou]

( Yuki Should be relaxing, finally, after all that.

However, what he's actually doing is brewing tea for everyone, )

[fetteredwings]

[jiiii ]

[renjou]

( Hm

perhaps he is in trouble. )

... It will only be a few moments more,,,

( Then he'll rest for real real real real (trust) )

[fetteredwings]

I can handle it, you know. I made tea all the time for the elders at the Heartfelt Home.

[ STARING OMINOUSLY]

[renjou]

( PLSSSSS,,,,

However, even if unintentionally, that does bait him, )

I would quite love to taste the tea you've brewed, Miss Nala.

[fetteredwings]

Then go sit with my lamp and our mysterious guest.

[huffs gently as she gently guides Yuki to sit down]

I'll make something to keep us awake for a little longer. Then you can explain what happened.

[renjou]

( Fine,,, he will sit down... but only bc he genuinely seems eager to try her tea. )

Very well. ( Conceding... ) Our guest is Sir Kurapika, also - he is another individual consumed by the Magi.

( The tale has more details than that, but he'll focus on any part Nala wants him to focus on. )

[endearments]

[ He's still not a tea person but he will drink it..... ]

[renjou]

How are you feeling?

( worry !! )

[endearments]

... I'm not sure.

[ He gives a small smile, but even that looks a little unsure. ]

[renjou]

( ...

Sitting down beside him... He wishes, always, he could do more for Hyunjung. )

... It's all right if you aren't. But... know that we're here for you right now, and we love you. All right?

[revengier]

[ Yuki is up and about making tea, but Kurapika? He's laid out on one of the couches, eyes closed. ]

Are you still exhausted?

[renjou]

( thank god actually

He looks over at him when addressed, surveying Kurapika for a few moments (as if to ensure he has not spontaneously worsened since the last time he looked over) before speaking. )

... A little bit. ( A lotta bit. ) I am... more tired of having been able to do next to nothing while I was in the museum, however. I feel restless.

[revengier]

[ He looks about the same as he did earlier—exhausted, tired, and on the verge of passing out. ]

So you're making tea.

[ It makes sense, but there's judgment in his tone anyway. ]

[renjou]

( me tucking him in... )

It is something I can serve to other people. ( His happy place... so judge him all you want but, ) ... But, if I am being too noisy, I can be quieter so you can sleep.

[revengier]

That isn’t the problem.

[ But his head hurts too much for him to really argue right now, so he asks something instead. ]

How long were you in the museum?

[renjou]

( He seems skeptical, but hm. )

... Four...? weeks in the museum proper... I believe. And then another ... two months, I believe, in a painting. I did do work there, I suppose, but it was... well, knowing none of it was likely real was...

( It sure made it kind of. metaphorical wiggly fingers. Never mind his [setting]-borne issues with trusting his perception. )

How long were you?