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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[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. )

[fetteredwings]

[She reaches into her pockets to empty out a sachet of maté herbal infusion into a tea pot, steeping it in hot water]

Oh, so he was in there before all of you?

[ gonna talk about Kurapika as if he isn't awake and listening]

[renjou]

( HI PIKA Yuki assumes he will chime in when he wants. )

Yes. He was fully consumed, as I was about to be - however, he was able to re-manifest despite that. It's... unfortunately not something that every consumed person can manage, it seems, but I am grateful we were able to rescue one other person, despite the two we lost.

( and he does seem pretty bummed about that )

[revengier]

[ just piping up from the couch where he’s laid out: ]

It’s a matter of strength of a desire. My own negative emotions remained after my death.

[ and… well. here he is! ]

[fetteredwings]

[ have some extremely strong caffeinated herbal tea]

So you were bitter and angry about dying, which lead you to surviving Magi devouring you?

[fetteredwings]

... those two died for real, huh...

[ she feels sick. That could have been her friends]

What happened when the museum started flooding?

[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?

[revengier]

[ He shakes his head, slow so as not to give himself a dizzy spell. ]

I don’t know. Time started to blend together at some point. If your condition was that bad after four weeks, then I imagine I wasn’t there much longer.

[ It makes sense… and if Berry and Gary were there for a little longer, that would check out. ]

What happened in that painting?

[renjou]

( rip berri and gary................

Not much longer... That makes sense. He really was close to popping out of existence, huh... Much as he puts on a brave face, that does spooky Yuki a little. )

... The painting was strange. It drew us into it. It was this futuristic city that seemed a utopia, but... it was rather bleak beneath the gilded surface. I was taken into it with two others, but...

( ... he trails off... Then, shakes his head, finally pouring the tea now that it's been steeped. )

Regardless, we took on work to support ourselves. I ended up finding work as a host. ( A beat. ) ... Did you want any tea?

( Kurapika should be resting, though, so he won't be offended if not. )

[revengier]

Fine.

[ He’ll take some. Having something to drink might make him feel better. It couldn’t hurt, at least. ]

You had to work? So you were left there to fend for yourselves, and nothing else?

[ Hm. ]

I wonder if that was a manifestation of someone’s wish… or their home.

[ There’s no telling which it was, honestly. ]