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cards are perhaps the only kind subin wants to hang out with now. humans are still a handful and cardcaptors are too much work. concealing herself and blending in comes more naturally now, but that doesn’t mean she likes it. her preference stays with her kind and the mutual understanding they share.
feet dangling from the edge of table, subin lets he hand rest on the surface of the lacquered wood. watching as her friend works with clay and sand, her curiosity remains on the liquidity of his fingers and how comfortable they seem. it’s as if his hands were made to stay in contact with the pots, guiding them until they take a distinct form. sand is tangible while the dark is not, and sometimes she envies texture over the nothingness she feels rubbing against her skin.
“hey,” her voice soft, “why don’t we play a game? you seem like you don’t need your sight in order to do that.” there’s a trickle of mischief in her tone as she speaks, but her face stays stoic and unreadable. powers can only do so much when she can’t use them. “i’ll blind you with the dark. the whole room, in fact. and you have to create a statue of your current form.” a smirk finally shows and she tilts her head just enough to solicit an answer out of him. “if you pass on this, what do humans say– you’re chicken.”