[ it's nice. it's warm, is what it is, this dream of a memory. it's feixiao chattering about some game the three of them have been playing. beat your high score, didn't i, jiaoqiu? and he huffs, glancing at moze. from here, it looks like he can actually see.
haven't you beaten her high score a thousand times over, moze? jiaoqiu asks, impishly, and she nearly drops her phone to check. a beat, and then, pouting: moze! as said man neatly slides behind jiaoqiu to put him between the two of them.
she's waving her hands around, feixiao, not paying attention to where she's going. jiaoqiu scolds her, but it's gentle, with an affection he doesn't often show.
but whatever happens - should feixiao run into tokoha or shion, or they all just pass each other, chrono will see a chain around jiaoqiu's ankle. ]
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haven't you beaten her high score a thousand times over, moze? jiaoqiu asks, impishly, and she nearly drops her phone to check. a beat, and then, pouting: moze! as said man neatly slides behind jiaoqiu to put him between the two of them.
she's waving her hands around, feixiao, not paying attention to where she's going. jiaoqiu scolds her, but it's gentle, with an affection he doesn't often show.
but whatever happens - should feixiao run into tokoha or shion, or they all just pass each other, chrono will see a chain around jiaoqiu's ankle. ]