#chenshixianyou

[epilvgue]

「𝔟𝔞𝔫𝔤 𝔟𝔞𝔫𝔤!」- What?

His cheeks were flushed, tears in his eyes.

"You - You can't just say things like that to me, Zhongli! Not right now!!" Vash sniffed, the gunman now with on the verge of full on tears. Emotions worn on his sleeve, too big for his chest.

@chenshixianyou // starter call

[brokeassgoing]

"People Are All Escapees Of Their Own Inner Prisons"

The depressing conversation-turn still clinging to his shoulders like claws this time, Badou doubles his efforts to be cheerful and upbeat, leading Zhongli to a nearby restaurant he's frequented lately.

The owners know him, and are naturally happy to take his money. Even if the man has shown some of his dramatics around here-- and even ran in here during a job once and hid in the kitchen. That's neither here nor there!

Badou has them at a table in the back where they can exit via the kitchen and see the door, and he's half-glancing at the menu.

"You're gonna get something right? At least something light."

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[magnusmodig]

❝ 𝐈𝐓 𝐅𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐒 𝐓𝐎 𝐔𝐒 𝐓𝐎 𝐔𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐑𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐍𝐃 our legends and history . so that mistakes from the past do not continue , one generation to the next . ❞ / @chenshixianyou

[clxscdeyes]

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"This is my second year." And look at all the sunflower seeds she's grabbed!

[dragonhcrt]

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He takes in the scenery of the ball. People dancing, sounds of laughter, the background noise of people chitchatting and overall just the lovely sight of tje observatory. It's nice and reminds him of a long time ago.

"I have to say, the last time I went to a ball was a few hundred years ago. I can't say that it was as lovely as this one. What about you?"

[bluestringpuppeteer]

Legato had been very particular when choosing his place of work; a nice, quiet location that was small and homey, where he could focus his efforts on cooking rather than having to deal with customers.

Today was not that kind of day.

Today, they were short staffed, and everyone had to take a turn on the registers to get through the early summer rush. This, naturally, wasn't going all that well for Legato, who was easily irritated by almost every human who strolled through the doors. His coworkers were too busy to offer him more then a quick 'it gets easier after you do it for a while' or 'just keep smiling and it'll be fine' or even a very obviously joking 'just imagine them tripping and falling right outside as they leave!' which the young man offering quickly got berated for and Legato carefully didn't react to the suggestion. After all, imagining things happening to people was pretty much exactly what he'd spent his whole life doing until he could make things actually happen to people.

So here he stands, with a distinctly frazzled and irritable air to him, teeth grit as he attempts to make it through his allotted time at the register without any incidents, watching the customers half finish things and toss away perfectly acceptable food because they are done with it, wishing more then anything he'd joined the rash of coworkers who'd called in with sick with a stomach illness that was going around.

"Hello, how can I help you?" He mutters at the newest customer stepping in, eyes flicking to the clock distractedly. Thirty minutes. He can make it thirty minutes, right?

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[clxscdeyes]

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Luna gasps sharply and then, "Ouch!" is followed right by it. The little stinging pain that was inflicted on her eyes causes her to stumble back. Damn, dust! Both arms rise and she rubs her eyes with her knuckles.

Also, hopefully, whoever was near this large empty section (An isolated and abandoned place), had moved and dodged out the way quickly. The reason all the dust is cleared is when a few small buildings are propped upward in the correct way.

[clxscdeyes]

@chenshixianyou UNTOLD STORIES PT 2

It had gotten worse. It started off as just a numbing sensation in her legs and arms and then it spread over her body. At first, she didn't think too much of it. Having been worried about the people around her and TRYING to get them to remember, the constant visit to the hospital at been the least of her worries.

She knew the reason for her disease was tied to this.

However, to think that it had gotten worse because of it. She's bedridden at the hospital and it's been DAYS.

She couldn't ask ANYONE about their memories and such. She'd only fall deeply ill further.