[The memories have been filtering through, a flash here, a thought there. Nothing coherent, nothing solid yet.
Her username is what does it, somehow. Everything snaps, crystallizes in an instant. Like a summoning, pulling a demon from Gehenna and in an instant restoring memory and self.]
Sorry for the wait, Set-chan! [He says, with a bright grin.]
[ She doesn't realize it at first, how rapidly the moisture is gathering in her eyes. She doesn't cry often or easily. Can count the number of times she has in the past five years on one hand, but her vision is blurring and that intense heaviness that's rested on her is splintering and scrambling and she's reaching to swipe at her eyes because that wet sensation is irritating and he's grinning at her so brightly and he said -- ]
Lewin-kun, you --
[ -- and it's probably a good thing she has her device leaning against something or there's a very real possibility that the thing would be crushed as tightly clenched as her fists are in this moment. ]
You're really late!
[ If she raises her voice a little -- and oh, she's already reaching to grab her device with the intention to march to the nearest window. ]
What are you going to do about it? I've been waiting, you know!
I'm never late, I arrive precisely when I mean to! [He says, as if he's quoting something.
But on second thought, is she... oh.
It bugs him, for some reason. This sudden surge of... attachment, or something, that he feels for her means that he doesn't like he way she swipes at her eyes, that she shouts.
He's still teasing, but his smile isn't quite as bright.]
[ He says that as if he's... quoting something? But what, she isn't quite sure and the image on her end will be blurring a bit as she swipes at her eyes again and pauses in hopping the ledge of the window.
Is she...? ]
Nippon's summers are hot and humid. It's just a little moisture!
[ And that isn't a lie, but that question is in and of itself somewhat startling to her. The last time she cried -- she doesn't want to think about that. Presses past it, what that might mean, that too loud pounding in her chest as she attempts to suppress something like a sniffle. ]
Where are you?
[ Like she isn't already sensing, feeling him out as she stirs previously occupied familiars about this world to help answer that question. ]
What, don't you got a little bird watching me right now? [Of course he's teasing her. He's noticed her familiars, with that sort of meaningful attention that he hadn't quite understood until a few moments ago. There isn't one on him now, but he'll stick around right here until she finds him.]
[ It's a look she levels at her device and a curious sound he may hear in the instant before she cuts the feed. Something like splitting flesh, but who could tell? It's audible for barely two seconds, then the screen is black.
And he'll hear it before he sees it.
At first, it's just one small, pitch black bird that alights and turns an eye on him. Then another and another until there's a small flock perched above in the shade of the branches and leaves of a nearby tree, hopping and chirping in what many might perceive some ominous way that might seem somehow foreboding when the wind stirs and swells ahead of a certain hanyoukai, a pair of small, elliptical pitch wings beating fast and surprisingly quietly at her back.
The blood's dried, at least.
Her boots touch the ground and she's a whorl of colors, stepping quicker and quicker. She doesn't think twice, pushing off from the ground, her arms outstretched. ]
[ It's muffled and accompanied by a distinct gust of clean, crisp wind encircling them in a bid to cast off and relieve some of that stench. Her nose isn't the sharpest of her senses by far, but even she could pick up that it's been a while; and yet, when she pulls back to look at him, there's some fondness mingling with her exasperation. ]
Lewin-kun, when was the last time you bathed? Or washed your --
[ She stops, mouth slightly agape as her eyes catch sight of those feathers, and her eyes get bigger. Are those...? ]
-- clothes??
[ They are. Those are feathers and they weren't there a moment before and that means -- well, that means -- that means she's reaching up to grab his stubbly face and drag him down so she can kiss his lips and face all over. The fact that she is quite suddenly, literally emitting light from the entirety of her body? Hm. ]
[ Her hands settle on his cheeks, feeling that familiar stubble against her hands. She missed that. She missed him, the feel of him, the warmth of his skin, the sense of him. That light casts a soft glow that makes the pitch of those feathers that much more prominent and she softens. ]
So are your feathers.
[ She slides a hand up to shift, preen his hair, run her fingers along a feather. ]
[His eyes go wide behind the fall of his bangs, and he drops her, both of his hands going to his hair and feeling for feathers.
Feathers located, he plucks one to look it over, and then immediately grabs at Setsura's feathers. He's going to pull one for comparison if she doesn't stop him.]
[ Her ass may be on the ground, her feathers ruffled from having been dropped in the first place, but Setsura's no less a quick little thing, especially when it comes to her feathers. She sees that hand and she knows. Her opening mouth draws into a line as she reaches to catch his wrist, knees up, heels digging into grass beneath her, and she is throwing him onto his back behind her, after which she will immediately move to crawl on top of him and sit neatly atop his chest. Her head? Lifted just so a she leans in. ]
[ That's too bad because it's a softly uttered verse that leaves Setsura's mouth and there's a rush of -- is that water above them? A spiral that tugs into an oval and drops directly on top of them. The volume is no small thing. It keeps coming down while Setsura continues to sit perched on top of his chest, looking down at him.
[ She takes a moment to stretch with that, lifting her arms and cracking her fingers above her head, and her wings stretch as well, small things that fit her. Her arms fall back to her side easily enough and she reaches to cup her hand against his cheek. ]
I think that can be arranged.
[ She says as though she hadn't already decided to keep him good and well in her sight for a while. ]
We're bathing at my place, though. I'm not sure they'd let us in at the bath houses.
[ She wrinkles her nose at him with that, but she's smiling. ]
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Her username is what does it, somehow. Everything snaps, crystallizes in an instant. Like a summoning, pulling a demon from Gehenna and in an instant restoring memory and self.]
Sorry for the wait, Set-chan! [He says, with a bright grin.]
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Lewin-kun, you --
[ -- and it's probably a good thing she has her device leaning against something or there's a very real possibility that the thing would be crushed as tightly clenched as her fists are in this moment. ]
You're really late!
[ If she raises her voice a little -- and oh, she's already reaching to grab her device with the intention to march to the nearest window. ]
What are you going to do about it? I've been waiting, you know!
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But on second thought, is she... oh.
It bugs him, for some reason. This sudden surge of... attachment, or something, that he feels for her means that he doesn't like he way she swipes at her eyes, that she shouts.
He's still teasing, but his smile isn't quite as bright.]
Are you really crying over me?
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Is she...? ]
Nippon's summers are hot and humid. It's just a little moisture!
[ And that isn't a lie, but that question is in and of itself somewhat startling to her. The last time she cried -- she doesn't want to think about that. Presses past it, what that might mean, that too loud pounding in her chest as she attempts to suppress something like a sniffle. ]
Where are you?
[ Like she isn't already sensing, feeling him out as she stirs previously occupied familiars about this world to help answer that question. ]
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And he'll hear it before he sees it.
At first, it's just one small, pitch black bird that alights and turns an eye on him. Then another and another until there's a small flock perched above in the shade of the branches and leaves of a nearby tree, hopping and chirping in what many might perceive some ominous way that might seem somehow foreboding when the wind stirs and swells ahead of a certain hanyoukai, a pair of small, elliptical pitch wings beating fast and surprisingly quietly at her back.
The blood's dried, at least.
Her boots touch the ground and she's a whorl of colors, stepping quicker and quicker. She doesn't think twice, pushing off from the ground, her arms outstretched. ]
Lewin!
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But then there's a swirl of wind, a flash of dark feathers and--]
Took you long enough! [He laughs, as she leaps into his arms.
Sorry, Setsura. He hasn't showered in a while. Or washed his clothes. Or even changed them.
That doesn't quite explain the... scattered black feathers in his hair? Weird.]
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[ It's muffled and accompanied by a distinct gust of clean, crisp wind encircling them in a bid to cast off and relieve some of that stench. Her nose isn't the sharpest of her senses by far, but even she could pick up that it's been a while; and yet, when she pulls back to look at him, there's some fondness mingling with her exasperation. ]
Lewin-kun, when was the last time you bathed? Or washed your --
[ She stops, mouth slightly agape as her eyes catch sight of those feathers, and her eyes get bigger. Are those...? ]
-- clothes??
[ They are. Those are feathers and they weren't there a moment before and that means -- well, that means -- that means she's reaching up to grab his stubbly face and drag him down so she can kiss his lips and face all over. The fact that she is quite suddenly, literally emitting light from the entirety of her body? Hm. ]
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The glowing's new. [He says, when she gives him a second to breathe. It's got to be Kizuna.]
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So are your feathers.
[ She slides a hand up to shift, preen his hair, run her fingers along a feather. ]
They suit you.
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Feathers located, he plucks one to look it over, and then immediately grabs at Setsura's feathers. He's going to pull one for comparison if she doesn't stop him.]
Oh wow! Never had a contract do that before!
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You do not pull my feathers. Am I clear?
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Come on. [He says, holding a hand up to her.]
Give it!
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After you take a bath.
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And even if they aren't, I don't want to compare wet feathers!
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[ That's too bad because it's a softly uttered verse that leaves Setsura's mouth and there's a rush of -- is that water above them? A spiral that tugs into an oval and drops directly on top of them. The volume is no small thing. It keeps coming down while Setsura continues to sit perched on top of his chest, looking down at him.
They're going to be absolutely drenched. ]
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I'm getting a divorce!
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Bath first. If I have to chase you down with a scrub brush, I will.
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I think that can be arranged.
[ She says as though she hadn't already decided to keep him good and well in her sight for a while. ]
We're bathing at my place, though. I'm not sure they'd let us in at the bath houses.
[ She wrinkles her nose at him with that, but she's smiling. ]
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