[ he'll grab her face again and this time pull it close to his. yeah, there are plenty of implications being thrown here but that's kind of the point so. it should be fine? yeah. ]
I asked a question—how mad would he get? I need to know what I should be ready of.
[since when did getting hurt come into play here?? shi qingxuan is suddenly so concerned. her eyes widen when he pulls her face close to his, and she swallows hard.]
...he shouldn't get mad. I'd explain, it's just for an indulgence...
[internal. screaming.]
...ahaha, but you're not going to try to hurt me badly, right...?
[ he'll take a moment to consider her answer before responding himself. ]
If you behave I won't.
[ he really won't. ]
Now, how about you tell me the kinds of things that would upset you while you make the room comfortable for me. I'm a guest here, aren't I? Make me feel welcomed.
[ seeing that the map of the shows that it might not be visible from the table— ]
There's a pot in the kitchen where you can make some. [ for ease he'll sort of draw the shape of it in the air for her. ] There should be a sample bag with instructions.
[anyway. coffee it is. she goes to check the mini-kitchen, and sure enough, there's a coffee pot there! so. time to read the instructions and brew some up.
eventually he'll smell coffee in the air as the pot does its job.]
anyway the fact that she's able to brew the coffee while looking like she might not be the type to figure it out (look, non-moderns are always a dice roll???) is kind of a surprise to him. but there's no denying the sound and smell of coffee without any "oh n" so he'll take it. ]
You never told me the things that would upset you.
If you are hurt, I am a doctor so I can treat any wounds.
[ just...so you know. he didn't cut up those bodies without reason?? rather, he doesn't make it a hobby to go around mutilating bodies for fun. ]
I can't promise anything about ghosts. [ because...that's really not on him. ] But you have no problems if I asked you to get on your knees for me or if I blindfolded you?
[ sqx...why are you like this, but hey, if she's agreeing to it then it's fine. even if she's dubiously agreeing. she's still agreeing. ]
Then let's have a little fun with that.
[ he says...and wouldn't it be great if that brief moment of joy(?) is enough for a ""blind fold"" to appear in his hand? wouldn't it be super helpful? because that's what is exactly happening. ]
[right... time to stare at this cofeepot while it brews... eventually, it looks like it's finished, so she pours some for him and brings it over, setting the mug on the table in front of him.]
Here you are. I hope it's to your liking.
[just glancing at that "blindfold"... i just googled "stupid blindfold" and got this]
[ i can't believe this is the fuckin blindfold that we've been gifted but here we are!!! anyway, he'll reach out and take the coffee cup from the table for a quick taste (carefully! no burnt tongues!!). it's probably good enough? nothing super fancy which is fine. ]
Good enough for your first time.
[ and...free coffee of nebulous quality. to spare ourselves (and law) of incorrectly using a surgical mask as a "blindfold" he'll have this in his hand but with giant googly eyes on it. (he's tired and this thread is a mess) ]
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[she's so much more comfortable now that they're talking about ming yi i hate this.]
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Is there anyone else here you know from your world?
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No, just him. Is there anyone from yours here?
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No. [ and just because he has to bring this up (NOT THAT HE HONESTLY INTENDS TO—) ] How mad will he get if I hurt you in any way?
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oh the internal screaming is back.]
What?
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[ he'll grab her face again and this time pull it close to his. yeah, there are plenty of implications being thrown here but that's kind of the point so. it should be fine? yeah. ]
I asked a question—how mad would he get? I need to know what I should be ready of.
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...he shouldn't get mad. I'd explain, it's just for an indulgence...
[internal. screaming.]
...ahaha, but you're not going to try to hurt me badly, right...?
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If you behave I won't.
[ he really won't. ]
Now, how about you tell me the kinds of things that would upset you while you make the room comfortable for me. I'm a guest here, aren't I? Make me feel welcomed.
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why does he want to know what would upset her? aaaaa, this is the worst. she's going to try and think of something. um. that's a good question...
and she needs to figure out how to make him feel welcomed, too? that's easier to do, so she heads over to the table and pulls out a chair for him.]
Please make yourself at home...
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that said: ]
Just a chair? I could have done that myself. Shouldn't I feel even more welcomed?
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[sqx is feeling very bullied right now :c ]
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well, he'll take the seat then wordlessly after she says that. kind of bully but no apologies for being a bully.
drink? ]
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[ the non boozy life. ]
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[what is that.]
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Why do so few of you here know what coffee is?
[ seeing that the map of the shows that it might not be visible from the table— ]
There's a pot in the kitchen where you can make some. [ for ease he'll sort of draw the shape of it in the air for her. ] There should be a sample bag with instructions.
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[anyway. coffee it is. she goes to check the mini-kitchen, and sure enough, there's a coffee pot there! so. time to read the instructions and brew some up.
eventually he'll smell coffee in the air as the pot does its job.]
Is there anything else you'd like?
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anyway the fact that she's able to brew the coffee while looking like she might not be the type to figure it out (look, non-moderns are always a dice roll???) is kind of a surprise to him. but there's no denying the sound and smell of coffee without any "oh n" so he'll take it. ]
You never told me the things that would upset you.
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Oh - right. Uh... I think I'd be pretty upset if I got badly injured. Or if ghosts showed up!
[sqx, why.]
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If you are hurt, I am a doctor so I can treat any wounds.
[ just...so you know. he didn't cut up those bodies without reason?? rather, he doesn't make it a hobby to go around mutilating bodies for fun. ]
I can't promise anything about ghosts. [ because...that's really not on him. ] But you have no problems if I asked you to get on your knees for me or if I blindfolded you?
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uh. she pauses, though. there's some nervous laughter, but... if it's helping...]
That... should be fine. I think.
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Then let's have a little fun with that.
[ he says...and wouldn't it be great if that brief moment of joy(?) is enough for a ""blind fold"" to appear in his hand? wouldn't it be super helpful? because that's what is exactly happening. ]
You can come here once the coffee's ready.
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[right... time to stare at this cofeepot while it brews... eventually, it looks like it's finished, so she pours some for him and brings it over, setting the mug on the table in front of him.]
Here you are. I hope it's to your liking.
[just glancing at that "blindfold"... i just googled "stupid blindfold" and got this]
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Good enough for your first time.
[ and...free coffee of nebulous quality. to spare ourselves (and law) of incorrectly using a surgical mask as a "blindfold" he'll have this in his hand but with giant googly eyes on it. (he's tired and this thread is a mess) ]
Put it on and we can move onto the next part.
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well.
now she can't see!]
All right... what next?
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