It is. [ Oh, he's a smart one, isn't he? You're right, I do like him. ] Or something pretending to be her.
[ there's a little brief dreamscape - curled up on the bed with him is a familiar white haired foxian, grinning at richie from where she's draped over jiaoqiu. ]
[Ah. Hello again. Richie's barred from emoting as much as he usually does, considering the great gash across his face, but he does pull a hefty double blink at the sudden ghost from CYOAs past.]
How ya doing, Miss Lady? [Hard to look at the gal, when the last thing he remembers her for is the gutting scream she gave on finding Yukong dead. Nor pairing her with the nasty shit she's whispering to JQ now. Give the guy a break, would you?
As if telling a spectre to knock it off is all it takes.]
[The growl pings some innate, animal fear in him. Like the shock of seeing the family dog raise hackles for the first time. Well then.]
Sorry, sweetie, I don't think you're my type.
[Either this mirage-bitch in a friend's clothing will be gone in forty-odd hours, or he'll slip into his own troubled delusions and forget about her. She's not the real deal, and she's not real period.
Richie closes his eyes and looks to the ceiling, blinking hard.]
They dug deep on this one, huh? Sending you back with a tagalong. As if you aren't still strung up in whatever hold it all has on you. Bruises or bitter words. Your favourite regrets...Fun shit, all around.
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[The voice. It's nagging at him. Richie cants his head, hating the implications of everything Jiaoqiu is saying. Everything he's listening to.]
Is that Feixiao?
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It is. [ Oh, he's a smart one, isn't he? You're right, I do like him. ] Or something pretending to be her.
[ there's a little brief dreamscape - curled up on the bed with him is a familiar white haired foxian, grinning at richie from where she's draped over jiaoqiu. ]
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How ya doing, Miss Lady? [Hard to look at the gal, when the last thing he remembers her for is the gutting scream she gave on finding Yukong dead. Nor pairing her with the nasty shit she's whispering to JQ now. Give the guy a break, would you?
As if telling a spectre to knock it off is all it takes.]
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You know me, don't you? Well, how about we make a deal, since this one is pathetic - I could give you anything you wanted. A new arm, maybe?
to which jiaoqiu growls - legitimately, like an inhuman growl, and she pauses, glancing back at him. ]
... Let's not shop for a new deal, hm? Stay where you are.
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Sorry, sweetie, I don't think you're my type.
[Either this mirage-bitch in a friend's clothing will be gone in forty-odd hours, or he'll slip into his own troubled delusions and forget about her. She's not the real deal, and she's not real period.
Richie closes his eyes and looks to the ceiling, blinking hard.]
They dug deep on this one, huh? Sending you back with a tagalong. As if you aren't still strung up in whatever hold it all has on you. Bruises or bitter words. Your favourite regrets...Fun shit, all around.