[ the greaser look and a great, big, honkin' hickey on the side of his neck that can't be hidden by anything except the highest of collars. it works together rather well as he slides one of the milkshakes he hasn't tried yet.
wenzhou is not even a little bit ashamed by it on full display. ]
It's a little more dated than what I usually wear, but I dig the jackets that I've seen so far. [ he gestures at him with a french fry. ] This getup works well for you, though.
[ eiden hums because this milkshake that he's now commandeered is very good. for a brief moment, it feels like there's no mall outside, just a dumb diner and good food. there's no reaper's game, there's just someone he trusts. the vibes here are immaculate, warm, and he tilts his head a bit.
(they are also "this man looks amazing and wow look at that hickey his insane murder mind palace-having boyfriend gave him probably" wow)
finally: ]
Thanks. Didn't get anything last week, so I figured I would treat myself a little. How's the little prince enjoying his new diet?
[ this description of fei du's fucked up mind palace is 100% correct. wenzhou would agree with it, full stop, no questions asked. ]
I got something last week, but this is pretty good. [ he sticks his fry in his mouth, moving to set a foot against the footrest of eiden's chair for comfortable companionship. ] He's throwing a fit over it, but he'll live. He's picky, but not too picky, so you put food in front of him he'll eat it.
[ the check in gives him a moment. ]
I'm fine. Better start to the week than the ending of last week.
Seems like a pattern to keep us from getting too crazy. Not that it stops anyone, of course.
[ he reaches over the counter to grab for a spoon, sorry shadow people. one of them shoos his hand away but he manages to get one, sticking it in his milkshake and kind of stirring it around. ]
Hey, so, I had an idea for one of the rules. The like... nicer one. To remember the dead. You wanna help me?
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wenzhou is not even a little bit ashamed by it on full display. ]
It's a little more dated than what I usually wear, but I dig the jackets that I've seen so far. [ he gestures at him with a french fry. ] This getup works well for you, though.
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(they are also "this man looks amazing and wow look at that hickey his insane murder mind palace-having boyfriend gave him probably" wow)
finally: ]
Thanks. Didn't get anything last week, so I figured I would treat myself a little. How's the little prince enjoying his new diet?
[ he kicks his shoe ] And how're you doing?
[ a check in. ]
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I got something last week, but this is pretty good. [ he sticks his fry in his mouth, moving to set a foot against the footrest of eiden's chair for comfortable companionship. ] He's throwing a fit over it, but he'll live. He's picky, but not too picky, so you put food in front of him he'll eat it.
[ the check in gives him a moment. ]
I'm fine. Better start to the week than the ending of last week.
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[ he reaches over the counter to grab for a spoon, sorry shadow people. one of them shoos his hand away but he manages to get one, sticking it in his milkshake and kind of stirring it around. ]
Hey, so, I had an idea for one of the rules. The like... nicer one. To remember the dead. You wanna help me?