by which i mean!! on this frosty cold new murdergame, there's a sudden presence wherever shen qingqiu is. a familiar presence... though one that doesn't immediately move very much, just kind of staring at his back.
the tap tap of his fan pauses in the midst of whatever shen qingqiu was contemplating and an eye slides slowly to raise its brow at said cryptid lurker. were you waiting for a written invitation? should he get a flashing neon sign??
so he thinks yet his fingers twitch in a subconscious? shy? coy??? manner anyways, clearly summoning his.... his person closer ]
there's a beat, almost like he's processing that, head tilted to the side - binghe's gaze moves briefly over shen qingqiu for a moment, from his slight twitched fingers to his face, to his fan. ]
...I haven't. [ he says, after a moment, and moves from where he was watching out into the room proper. dressed in his usual dark clothes once more, with the light warmer in the room proper, it becomes a bit more obvious that he's scuffed up, scratched in a few places, though the injuries seem to have been in the process of healing; there are still a couple of spots that are bleeding, visible with his open collar. tfw you get nerfed :(
still, he takes that tsundere little summoning gesture for what it is, and lets his feet carry him closer, and closer still, if he'd like to reach out and touch. ] Have you? [ a pause. ] Shizun?
[ his protag halo!!!!! shen qingqiu certainly is eyeing his injuries with a frown, fingers twitching yet again like he wants to reach out and touch. he keeps from it if only because they’re out in unfamiliar territory like this. ...perhaps once they’ve found rooming. ]
Not yet. Only others who are surprised to be here as well.
[ his heart is going to beat out of his goddamn chest even though it’s been a grand total of perhaps five minutes and yet he still looks away demurely while his free hand idly swings back to take Binghe’s. it’s honestly terrible how much tension drops from his shoulders by this one motion. he’s really gone and done it now hasn’t he? ]
there's another pause, as he just sort of. looks at their combined hands for a moment, the way shen qingqiu's hand seems to fit naturally into his. binghe still seems tense, though it may be for their surroundings, or the fact that he's injured like this... or that shizun is here in this odd place, too... how very concerning.
eventually, he exhales, a huff of a noise, and ducks his head, quiet for a little longer. ]
[ well!! sometimes you just! find a disappearing body!!!!
anyway. after that adventure, shen qingqiu gets to find a present!!! that is to say, there's a bingbing in his bunk bed. he's laying down, actually, tucked under the covers, head on the pillow, eyes closed. maybe he's asleep?
this isn't his bed. why is he still on this, we'll never know. ]
[ who knows where sqq has been during this time!! maybe he was in the back doing his best Stan Lee impression while things were on fire behind him. who knows! he certainly doesn't!
either way, somebody is sitting at the edge gently brushing binghe's hair away from his face? wow, soft. ]
[ there's a brief moment when binghe tenses at the touch, suddenly reaching upwards -
but then, he realizes it's shen qingqiu. his hand flexes, once, mid air, still tense... but slowly, it relaxes again, and he begins to set it down on his chest. ]
...Shizun. [ he greets, quietly. not asleep, after all. ]
[ his voice is quiet- mild even despite the sudden uncharacteristic action, hand shifting to stroke his hair soothingly through the sudden movement. ]
I heard commotion earlier.
[ apparently he missed the majority of it being wherever he was (in the library, cucumber slices over his eyes) but it’s clear enough to even a smooth brained idiot like him to figure his..... his partner saw at least some of what occured ]
[ as promised, binghe did in fact just pick shen qingqiu up and remove him from his cyoa group, so. he's still carrying him when he pushes open the door to shen qingqiu's room, and sets him down on the bed, though it's maybe not as gently as it should've been.
his hands hover for a second afterwards, though, like he doesn't know what to do with them, or maybe where to even start?! ]
[ being exhausted as he is, shen qingqiu’s protest are honestly quite weak before they taper off entirely, tiredly draped upon his binghe like a carted off princess.
even with the uncomfortable drop off- and subsequent wince, it doesn’t equal more than a quiet grumble before he’s reaching for binghe, subconsciously seeking comfort before he realizes ]
An illusion as far as we could tell. Yet similar to the dream realm in danger.
by which i mean - the intense expression on his face fades a bit into a more wide eyed one when shen qingqiu reaches out to him like that, like he's still surprised at the fact that he even would. can you blame him
however, when shen qingqiu pulls, he goes, allowing himself to be tugged onto the tiny bed with him. there's not a lot of space, so enjoy your binghe sized pillow, ig, and slowly, the shook look on his face fades, as he turns his head against shen qingqiu's shoulder and settles into place, slowly. who's being comforted here. ]
...The Dream Realm? I can't even access it here. [ which is WEIRD. ]
[ he’s doing better than the other guys which is a win in his book. ]
Mm. Or at least something very similar to it.
[ since he’s running out here like a normie without qi anyways. nor is he particularly inclined to explain ‘i was stuck in a vr simulation of an otome game’ to binghe. even if he has to eventually do so for zhongli. haha! that’s a later problem. ]
Though I think we did meet the demon who has something to do with our predicament.
[ that sure is a frown forming. so much for a stress free trip...! what if he just sits and cuddles binghe and let’s the others handle it? ]
[ it's not even five minutes since they've gotten back from the gondola and shen qingqiu has taken hold of binghe's wrist and seems to be heading intently to the bedrooms? oh my ]
i mean. okay?! okay?!? well!!!! that's fine! forget about the trial time to make out with shen qingqiu!!!!
he's not really sure what's gotten into him that's making this happen but hey!!!!!, binghe doesn't complain. responds immediately, making a noise that's muffled before hooking his arms around him to pull him in close and kiss him back.
are they even in private? i really hope they at least made it to the door. ]
the benefits of everyone being dead (???) is that shen qingqiu's room is pretty much open, so. it's time to eat spaghettios and cuddle! they can take all the blankets off of all of the beds and be super warm.
though, entering the room, binghe sidles in and then scurries over to shen qingqiu's side, kneeling down by the side of his bed, and dipping his head. ]
...Shizun. [ he greets, and then looks up at him, with big, worried eyes. ] I'm glad to see you're still alright.
[ wow mood. shen qingqiu isn't particularly one to give into anxiety but the sheer surprising methods and appearance at death at every turn has had him sweating bullets over both of their sakes and those remaining.
he reaches out, fingers gently carding through thick fluffy curls and smiles absently at his partner ]
It's been an odd week but this teacher is well.
[ surprisingly. suck it quizzes who always said he'd be first to die in a horror movie!!]
being frozen in place is annoying, but, that's fine. he's still got xin mo, though he tucks it at his side, looking mildly annoyed that he can't continue his human stick-ing. ]
Once everyone's gone, you'll bleed to death. How unfortunate.
[ casually lamenting this. ] I suppose it'll be slow, but I'd rather you suffer.
But that's alright - it gives us time to talk, doesn't it, Shen Qingqiu? [ bingge smiles! god i can stop calling him binghe in tags now. ]
What's come over you? Is it this place, that you've been so affectionate with me? Or perhaps that you've just been lying? What a fascinating new route to take.
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by which i mean!! on this frosty cold new murdergame, there's a sudden presence wherever shen qingqiu is. a familiar presence... though one that doesn't immediately move very much, just kind of staring at his back.
shizun.... ]
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the tap tap of his fan pauses in the midst of whatever shen qingqiu was contemplating and an eye slides slowly to raise its brow at said cryptid lurker. were you waiting for a written invitation? should he get a flashing neon sign??
so he thinks yet his fingers twitch in a subconscious? shy? coy??? manner anyways, clearly summoning his.... his person closer ]
Have you see anything that explains this?
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there's a beat, almost like he's processing that, head tilted to the side - binghe's gaze moves briefly over shen qingqiu for a moment, from his slight twitched fingers to his face, to his fan. ]
...I haven't. [ he says, after a moment, and moves from where he was watching out into the room proper. dressed in his usual dark clothes once more, with the light warmer in the room proper, it becomes a bit more obvious that he's scuffed up, scratched in a few places, though the injuries seem to have been in the process of healing; there are still a couple of spots that are bleeding, visible with his open collar. tfw you get nerfed :(
still, he takes that tsundere little summoning gesture for what it is, and lets his feet carry him closer, and closer still, if he'd like to reach out and touch. ] Have you? [ a pause. ] Shizun?
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Not yet. Only others who are surprised to be here as well.
[ his heart is going to beat out of his goddamn chest even though it’s been a grand total of perhaps five minutes and yet he still looks away demurely while his free hand idly swings back to take Binghe’s. it’s honestly terrible how much tension drops from his shoulders by this one motion. he’s really gone and done it now hasn’t he? ]
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he's holding his hand.
there's another pause, as he just sort of. looks at their combined hands for a moment, the way shen qingqiu's hand seems to fit naturally into his. binghe still seems tense, though it may be for their surroundings, or the fact that he's injured like this... or that shizun is here in this odd place, too... how very concerning.
eventually, he exhales, a huff of a noise, and ducks his head, quiet for a little longer. ]
Is it only you and I?
[ bow chicka wow wow ]
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i need more kissy icons wtf
wow guess who realized i don't have any
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wednesday... w1!
anyway. after that adventure, shen qingqiu gets to find a present!!! that is to say, there's a bingbing in his bunk bed. he's laying down, actually, tucked under the covers, head on the pillow, eyes closed. maybe he's asleep?
this isn't his bed. why is he still on this, we'll never know. ]
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either way, somebody is sitting at the edge gently brushing binghe's hair away from his face? wow, soft. ]
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but then, he realizes it's shen qingqiu. his hand flexes, once, mid air, still tense... but slowly, it relaxes again, and he begins to set it down on his chest. ]
...Shizun. [ he greets, quietly. not asleep, after all. ]
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[ his voice is quiet- mild even despite the sudden uncharacteristic action, hand shifting to stroke his hair soothingly through the sudden movement. ]
I heard commotion earlier.
[ apparently he missed the majority of it being wherever he was (in the library, cucumber slices over his eyes) but it’s clear enough to even a smooth brained idiot like him to figure his..... his partner saw at least some of what occured ]
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wednesday...w1...2! jesus christ
his hands hover for a second afterwards, though, like he doesn't know what to do with them, or maybe where to even start?! ]
What happened?
[ who has to die, ]
sparkles
[ being exhausted as he is, shen qingqiu’s protest are honestly quite weak before they taper off entirely, tiredly draped upon his binghe like a carted off princess.
even with the uncomfortable drop off- and subsequent wince, it doesn’t equal more than a quiet grumble before he’s reaching for binghe, subconsciously seeking comfort before he realizes ]
An illusion as far as we could tell. Yet similar to the dream realm in danger.
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by which i mean - the intense expression on his face fades a bit into a more wide eyed one when shen qingqiu reaches out to him like that, like he's still surprised at the fact that he even would. can you blame him
however, when shen qingqiu pulls, he goes, allowing himself to be tugged onto the tiny bed with him. there's not a lot of space, so enjoy your binghe sized pillow, ig, and slowly, the shook look on his face fades, as he turns his head against shen qingqiu's shoulder and settles into place, slowly. who's being comforted here. ]
...The Dream Realm? I can't even access it here. [ which is WEIRD. ]
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Mm. Or at least something very similar to it.
[ since he’s running out here like a normie without qi anyways. nor is he particularly inclined to explain ‘i was stuck in a vr simulation of an otome game’ to binghe. even if he has to eventually do so for zhongli. haha! that’s a later problem. ]
Though I think we did meet the demon who has something to do with our predicament.
[ that sure is a frown forming. so much for a stress free trip...! what if he just sits and cuddles binghe and let’s the others handle it? ]
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w1, saturday night
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he lets himself be dragged along. maybe sqq is gonna murder him. ]
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with his mouth.
congrats on your braincell binghe, shizun is so impressed he's dragging him down by his clothes to press their mouths together. ]
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i mean. okay?! okay?!? well!!!! that's fine! forget about the trial time to make out with shen qingqiu!!!!
he's not really sure what's gotten into him that's making this happen but hey!!!!!, binghe doesn't complain. responds immediately, making a noise that's muffled before hooking his arms around him to pull him in close and kiss him back.
are they even in private? i really hope they at least made it to the door. ]
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week 2, curfew!
the benefits of everyone being dead (???) is that shen qingqiu's room is pretty much open, so. it's time to eat spaghettios and cuddle! they can take all the blankets off of all of the beds and be super warm.
though, entering the room, binghe sidles in and then scurries over to shen qingqiu's side, kneeling down by the side of his bed, and dipping his head. ]
...Shizun. [ he greets, and then looks up at him, with big, worried eyes. ] I'm glad to see you're still alright.
[ considering all of the!! random death!! ]
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he reaches out, fingers gently carding through thick fluffy curls and smiles absently at his partner ]
It's been an odd week but this teacher is well.
[ surprisingly. suck it quizzes who always said he'd be first to die in a horror movie!!]
I'm glad Binghe has managed to also avoid harm.
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anyway. as the hands come up to his hair, binghe looks up at shen qingqiu from under his lashes, all big and soft, mouth pulled into a little frown. ]
...mm. This disciple is capable to defend himself in many ways.
Shizun... [ pushing his head up into his fingers, a little. ] ... Tomorrow, will you take Xin Mo?
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but to the question, the scritches pause momentarily, brows furrowing slightly ]
Binghe?
[ what are you planning? ]
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w2 post trial! haha!
awkward.
being frozen in place is annoying, but, that's fine. he's still got xin mo, though he tucks it at his side, looking mildly annoyed that he can't continue his human stick-ing. ]
Once everyone's gone, you'll bleed to death. How unfortunate.
[ bingge, ]
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For you or me?
[ for all his effort in preventing himself from becoming a human stick, it sure didn't mean much in the long run did it! ]
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[ casually lamenting this. ] I suppose it'll be slow, but I'd rather you suffer.
But that's alright - it gives us time to talk, doesn't it, Shen Qingqiu? [ bingge smiles! god i can stop calling him binghe in tags now. ]
What's come over you? Is it this place, that you've been so affectionate with me? Or perhaps that you've just been lying? What a fascinating new route to take.
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you've really done it now, haven't you shen qingqiu? ]
For all that I assumed of you, is there not plenty you are assuming about myself as well?
[ he scoffs a laugh, weirdly brave despite his upcoming fate ]
I've already told you. You are not my Binghe.
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