Who: Kija and homies, Okita Sougo and "ho"mies When: Whenever Where: Wherever What: A catch-all for both of my characters for the month because I'm lazy. Rating: R-18......
[ It still hasn't dawned on him how strange it is that he's returned to Blanc, but it isn't as though he has that many unpleasant memories of the place. There's still much to do, so much to explore. Luckily, he hadn't strayed too far from the location Kija had taken the photo; he remains at a local shop, exploring the art and culture he's yet to familiarize with.
He's merely tapping at a hand-made wind chime when he hears a familiar voice near him, speaking to the shop owner. Kija hadn't spot him yet, but Zhong Hui recognizes him immediately. The snowy-white appearance is still consistent with his outfit that night at the festival — it simultaneously feels like distant past and recent memory. He can't quite describe it, but it brings a smile to his face as he quietly approaches him. ]
I was wondering if you were still resident to this awful place.
[ He's exaggerating, of course. Blanc isn't quite as bad as it can be, and the smaller towns are much cleaner than some of the poverty he's seen in China. He reaches over and snips the photo right out of Kija's hand — he feels comfortable with the man. After all, he's the first familiar face he's run into. It's a relief. ]
Just who are you looking — for? [ Pause. Isn't that the back of his head? ] Huh?
[ OH. Who would have thought that the man he was looking for would appear in front of him on his own... Kija recognizes his voice immediately, turning to him now. Meeting a friend you previously thought you would never see again is always quite exciting, and the excitement has his cheeks all rosy. ]
Zhong Hui! It is a pleasure to see you again. [ But uh ... Now Zhong Hui has that photograph in his hand, and Kija's realising how strange this whole situation might appear to him. This is a little awkward. ]
I was ... looking for you, actually. But it seems you appeared on your own.
[ Despite seeing the clear photograph of his back, it doesn't really register that Kija is in procession of such a thing. And not to mention Zhong Hui has never seen such a clean painting of both scenery and person. It's almost sensory overload; he's flattered, intrigued, and proud — and he's uncertain which he should express first.
Zhong Hui's free hand idly plays with a lock of hair, twirling as he observes the heat of Kija's features — he wonders if he feels it off his face, or that he, too, is turning red. ]
Hmph. Surely, they found my worth fit to request my services once again. I do not blame them.
[ As he returns the photo back to Kija, he feels a question rising to his throat. It's a little awkward, but Zhong Hui is hardly the shy type. It's just — ]
You — painted this, of me? To look for me.
[ That sounds so gay coming out of his mouth but Kija started this??? ]
[ That does sound gay af but Kija doesn't ... pick up on that?? His mind is pure and gen. He only seeks to correct the misunderstanding. Especially since he can see how anyone would find him strange, if they were in Zhong Hui's shoes. ]
Oh, no ... I do not have talent in painting. [ OR... MOST THINGS. ] This is the work of this machine. [ He shows Zhong Hui the camera. ]
I do not understand it, but it is able to capture what it sees and paint it on a paper with stunning accuracy! By chance, you happened to appear it one of the pictures it had produced, so I went looking for you.
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He's merely tapping at a hand-made wind chime when he hears a familiar voice near him, speaking to the shop owner. Kija hadn't spot him yet, but Zhong Hui recognizes him immediately. The snowy-white appearance is still consistent with his outfit that night at the festival — it simultaneously feels like distant past and recent memory. He can't quite describe it, but it brings a smile to his face as he quietly approaches him. ]
I was wondering if you were still resident to this awful place.
[ He's exaggerating, of course. Blanc isn't quite as bad as it can be, and the smaller towns are much cleaner than some of the poverty he's seen in China. He reaches over and snips the photo right out of Kija's hand — he feels comfortable with the man. After all, he's the first familiar face he's run into. It's a relief. ]
Just who are you looking — for? [ Pause. Isn't that the back of his head? ] Huh?
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Zhong Hui! It is a pleasure to see you again. [ But uh ... Now Zhong Hui has that photograph in his hand, and Kija's realising how strange this whole situation might appear to him. This is a little awkward. ]
I was ... looking for you, actually. But it seems you appeared on your own.
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Zhong Hui's free hand idly plays with a lock of hair, twirling as he observes the heat of Kija's features — he wonders if he feels it off his face, or that he, too, is turning red. ]
Hmph. Surely, they found my worth fit to request my services once again. I do not blame them.
[ As he returns the photo back to Kija, he feels a question rising to his throat. It's a little awkward, but Zhong Hui is hardly the shy type. It's just — ]
You — painted this, of me? To look for me.
[ That sounds so gay coming out of his mouth but Kija started this??? ]
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Oh, no ... I do not have talent in painting. [ OR... MOST THINGS. ] This is the work of this machine. [ He shows Zhong Hui the camera. ]
I do not understand it, but it is able to capture what it sees and paint it on a paper with stunning accuracy! By chance, you happened to appear it one of the pictures it had produced, so I went looking for you.