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Ominous...

[He laughs at that response in a familiar mischeivous tone, only adding to the danger.]

It'll be fun.

The memory thing... might not.

True. I can go to someone else for that one, if you prefer.

It would be smarter.

Then I'll ask Dan Heng for that one. Meet me at the bar?

...Alright.

[hangs up]

[When Blade reaches the bar, he'll find Jing Yuan at a table near the wall, dressed in a turtleneck and loose knit pants. He usually wears sturdier ones, but, well... He's prepared for what he hasn't told Blade yet. In one hand he holds a shot of liquor, and in the other a vial of luminescent violent potion.

He looks up as Blade walks in, and offers him the shot glass.]

Want one?

[taking it wordlessly and throwing it back. he's Tense, about this, but still came.]

[For his part, Jing Yuan holds off on the potion. He's a little nervous about it, to be completely honest, but he's trying not to show it.]

Why are you so stiff? It's just me.

You aren't the problem.

[flatly.]

... You need to know my objectives, yes?

I do. Are they all terrible?

...Praise.

[. . . . . .]

[just. busts up laughing.

sorry not sorry this is amazing]

Tch.

[This is the best day ever. Hands down.]

I should start by saying it's very cute that you're shy about it.

[he's so pale now, as Blade, that it's pretty obvious when the blushing starts up.]

Hiding it is just self defense.

From what? If you aren't shy, you shouldn't need a defense.

From you being an insufferable brat.

You like me.

[He jokes with a grin, leabing his elbow on the table and swirling the mysterious potion in his hand.]

And I like you. You're smart, handsome, witty, resilient, brave, and kinder than you let on.

[looks at the table like he's considering headdesking on it.

looks at jing yuan like he's considering biting him or kissing him and he's not sure which.

looks to the side.]

My brain has basically been turned into one of those milk tea smoothies with the tapioca balls that Silver Wolf likes. You're leaning on outdated information.

[which is not a denial of liking him. he's SO red.]

I'm only praising traits I've seen since I met you in this place.

[Aeons that red face is charming. Jing Yuan could get distracted from the entire plan if it wasn't so important.]

Come here.

[his expression when he turns to face him again is incredulous, but he steps closer, setting the shotglass on the table behind Jing Yuan.]

[Jing Yuan's mischeif is, for now, minor. He takes hold of the front of Blade's shirt with his free hand, and tugs him down for a brief, soft kiss.]

Silly old man.

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