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i don't either
but if he's dead, his body is here somewhere - and someone was responsible for it
maybe theyre clues to follow
but if he's dead, his body is here somewhere - and someone was responsible for it
maybe theyre clues to follow
both too messy and too easy
don't want to get caught, don't leave easy to follow clues
don't want to get caught, don't leave easy to follow clues
not especially
500 years leads to a lot of experiences and witnessing other peoples' attempts to hide evidence poorly
500 years leads to a lot of experiences and witnessing other peoples' attempts to hide evidence poorly
valid
unfortunately, it's mine
the "secretive shit"
except i'm down any sort of abilities that would have helped me deal with this in its entirety
unfortunately, it's mine
the "secretive shit"
except i'm down any sort of abilities that would have helped me deal with this in its entirety
[
fuck it ]
usually i'm a god
sometimes i'm a ghost
depends on the situational need
fuck it ]
usually i'm a god
sometimes i'm a ghost
depends on the situational need
[ Eventually, Ming Yi does make his way back into their room. There's no Qingxuan in tow, but he does have some kind of baked good that he's brought from the kitchen, freshly made judging by the smell. There's a - beat, considering, squinting up at the loft. ]
You alive? [ you here my dude ]
You alive? [ you here my dude ]
Who knows, with this place.
[ He actually makes his way over towards the stairs to the loft, at least high up them enough that he can push a plate of... brownies? Across the floor towards him. He then starts to descend them again, to drop and sit with his own.
Ming Yi may or may not be sharing some with him just to cut off a possible request to at the pass. ]
[ He actually makes his way over towards the stairs to the loft, at least high up them enough that he can push a plate of... brownies? Across the floor towards him. He then starts to descend them again, to drop and sit with his own.
Ming Yi may or may not be sharing some with him just to cut off a possible request to at the pass. ]
[ He looks up from where he's taking a frankly massive bite of a brownie, deadeyed as always. ]
Unless Vlad poisoned them before giving them to me, no. They're fine. Either take them, or I'll eat them.
Unless Vlad poisoned them before giving them to me, no. They're fine. Either take them, or I'll eat them.
He was making a bunch of baked goods when I went into the kitchen, so I stuck around. Judging by how he was stirring the batter for these, he was making them as a means of venting.
I wasn't about to complain. [ momf ] And I guess I'm feeling generous.
I wasn't about to complain. [ momf ] And I guess I'm feeling generous.
Being the second highest vote for whatever twisted "justice" is being enacted could do that to a person. Nevermind our lack of answers.
[ rip to Beau who may or may not be innocent ]
[ rip to Beau who may or may not be innocent ]
Yi. [ His voice comes from the table, as he sits there fiddling with his phone. There's no food, for once, but he hasn't been eating much of anything this week.
At least White kicking the door in doesn't startle him. ]
Yet again, as alive as I can be.
At least White kicking the door in doesn't startle him. ]
Yet again, as alive as I can be.
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