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[jingyeets]

( Jingyi anchored, and thus he's still tired. Very tired. Flopping between areas and people to nap with kind of tired. It hasn't resolved yet, and he hates that, but he can't let him not get around to important questions.

Which is why he's on camera as crossed legs only, laying down on the bench with the ICP swiveled his direction. It's almost like he's shy... but no, he's not, he's just exhausted. )

Everything was a mess and all of us there had strange illusion things to deal with before things went really bad, but I have a question. About my friend.

( A pause. He does, in fact, literally mean this about a friend. )

Say he was in a situation where... certain boundaries were willingly crossed, but what it meant in the illusion was different from what it means outside of the illusion. And explaining what that means and how it's different is kind of important to the one they were crossed with.

( For both sides, but he's more worried about his friend than he is the other guy, for various biased reasons he has no regrets over. )

How do you handle when people here do casual things with 'dating,' but I'm from—he's from—a place where you definitely don't?

Comments

well well well~

[agoodsoul]

Couldn't've done it before you did this?

[He's really trying to keep his temper down, but truly this is aggravating. He sighs heavily and wrinkles his nose at Jingyi, but he really doesn't want to get into it with Sizhui's bff.]

... yeah.

countdown to further nonsense

[jingyeets]

Nope. Keep falling asleep, keep finding myself worried.

( Hint, hint. Sizhui's why he's worried. Zero regrets, and he thinks he's being pretty gracious by not being a bigger ass about this. (Thank you for the appearance, Zewu-jun, or reserve.)

Jingyi's not sneering, but he's not smiling, and he's got tired resting bitchface on top of natural bitchier resting face anyway. Make of it what you will, Dennis, but that's probably fairly familiar, from their illusion lives. )

Good, then I'll have something for you after... we arrive at the next stop. ( Platform is the word evading him right now, and he flaps a hand when he subs in other words for it. ) Also, there's this thing I picked up in all that weird illusion stuff. Arm wrestling, you know it? I want to practise with you.

( STEP TWO IN HIS GRAND MASTER PLAN we continue to be very, very sorry. )

3... 2... 1...

[agoodsoul]

[He doesn't blame Jingyi for being worried or upset, but it's just the way he's going about it. Gotta love friends and that well meaning second hand embarrassment. Poor Sizhui.]

Look, take a nap. Get some rest, talking can come later, yeah?

[He'd rather not get into this conversation with Jingyi half awake and maybe by then he'll simmer down himself. Going into this mad won't help either.]

... uhh, yeah I know arm wrestling.

[What a strange string of conversation. JUST ANOTHER DAY ON THE TRAIN.]

team rocket, blasting off

[jingyeets]

( Jingyi is clearly on the losing side of staying awake, so he nods absently to that--but in ways, the disjointed nature of this conversation leads not to differently from that first late evening date return. Especially when: )

Good. We're arm wrestling.

( Becomes the declarative statement, and yes, that's utterly unfair, and Jingyi doesn't remotely care. He also doesn't care if they're both angry, because what, isn't that normal?

(Jingyi, please.)

Still, this is achieving his objective, and that's what matters. )

I'll bring the wine, you bring yourself. Like... tomorrow, or something.

( when will this curse of exhaustion eeeeeend )

[agoodsoul]

Where?

[At this point Dennis wishes he'd just kept his head down and found Jingyi in person. It's not like anything they've said has full on pointed at him being a part of what this was all about, buuuut...]

You better sleep, don't blame me if you're tired and I kick your ass in wrestling.

[It's not a legit threat of course. We're all friends here.]

[jingyeets]

Up to you, I recommend the Quiet Car.

( It hasn't, but this still sure is a lot of sniping and posturing for...

... arm... wrestling... and alcohol. But whatever, if nothing else, Inigo clearly having taken things One Way makes it also seem like, well. Someone else knows what's going on.

(That someone else is actually probably Tidus. But hey. Details.) )

But I'm not fussed, I'm happy to kick your ass wrestling anywhere.

( Tired means he doesn't manage smirk so much as lopsided grin. )

[agoodsoul]

[Boys, honestly.

And whelp, out of anyone he'd rather it be Tidus.]

Uh huh, well take a nap champ and you can let me know when you're ready.

[jingyeets]

( One of those flopping hand waves at the screen: )

I will, I will, don't worry.

( buuut he's definitely going to sleep again right now. talking like this is usually not so incredibly exhausting... )