蓮花三太子

"I guess you really couldn't rely on him all the time." Stepping on people to get to the top would only get you so far. Even she knows that. It's why she does a mix of both!

He's played plenty of roles in his lifetime, but mentor is one thing Nezha feels like he'd pass on. Besides, judging from the kind of humans he's supposed to watch over, painful lessons from trying stunts out themselves is more up their alley.

"I should charge for my time. That'll be 30,000 Dust, night empress."

That gets Sun laughing if only a little. If anyone has some trust issues it SURE as hell was Nezha. "If I was a faker, I think you'd have already noticed. The fake probably couldn't note down my entire assholery." One way or another, there'd be a slipup for sure.

"Their ears don't have eyes, right?"

Whipping out his cell phone, Nezha finds Sun topping his short list of preferred contacts easily and types out a cheesy one-liner to send him.

"...so now you type one back, and we'll check in with those lines next time we meet. All right?"

Sun's nose wiggles and eyebrows scrunch in thought. When Nezha shakes his head and mentions that there was nothing out of the ordinary, Sun only feels THAT much more nervous.

"But you know we should do more than doubt each other blindly."

There's been a regular collection of oddballs, but no one he's run into that fits the bill. Honestly, the one person that consistently stirs up his feelings is...Sun himself.

So Nezha shakes his head, looking every bit as puzzled as Sun sounded.

"It's been normal...as normal as things can be, in this city." He almost wants to bring up Magnolia again, but pauses. No point in reminding Sun of vague ties to his past, even if she'd only brushed against Bentley once.

"Well there you are! I was wondering if I should just wander on off and find a chair or something to wait in." Really it didn't take much longer then herself to get back. But acting like she was all prepared way beforehand was just a much more enjoyable experience then doing that.

"We'll see who's crying later."

There's some discussion about signals before both light the fuses on their respective minefields at the same time.

Boom boom bOOM BOOM BOOOOOOM!!

The sound is loud enough to echo around the rest of the Yesteryear ruins. When the dust and debris clear somewhat, Nezha flies up into the air first to inspect the damage with a low whistle.

"Babe, you're just an easy target for fun stuff~ ♥," words come out in a playful purr when she turns around to walk backward while facing him. A big smile stretches her lips and she claps her hands together, laughing lightly, because knowing him, he'll probably feel one way or another.

"your father's money will also always be your money. Don't you know, Nezha? That's what they are. Just a bank for all your needs." What did she know about parents though? Hm...Maybe she struck her own nerve. Whoops.

"Yeah. Yeah, sure."

"I'm a great son."

So great, his father couldn't even tame him without some extra help. As for the human one, he's only met him a few times at family banquets.

TO: LI NEZHA FROM: ANONYMOUS USER

"Mhm! It's this place," and she holds out a card for a place called GANGSTAR. "They probably wouldn't need it, but we will see~." Maybe she can fix a time to meet the owner/founder of the establishment.

"ALL that hard earned money and you donated it," magnolia nods and then adds, "it's admirable truly."

Magnolia doesn't say anything yet in regards to his hiding and let's the sound of her heels hitting the pacement speak for itself. Eventually though, with a lazy tail movement and a pep in her elegant step, she snorts.

"Huh, all right."

He takes the card and flips it back and forth, liking the font and lettering. Maybe he'd take a look himself sometime. Tucking it in a pocket, he scowls at her next.

"Come on, you make it sound like a big deal. It's not like it was even my money, I—" He stops there, realizing he's almost saying too much. "—I'm mooching off my old man, you know."

After all, a heir was still heir until the last head died. He had some time to go before taking over officially, thank Heaven.

"I don't suppose yours is as cute as the youngest one?" he tries. Honestly, both Macaque and Liu'er have been so easy to get along with (relatively speaking) that he forgets Sun's shadow isn't supposed to be friendly.

Dirge. No blood or mud. Understood.

The monkeys bit wrings a raised eyebrow out of Dirge, a gesture to extrapolate, if Nezha felt inclined. If not, that's fine too—there's plenty to do to get the stew going. Luckily someone, at some point, had the mind to stock this house with pots, pats, kitchen knives, kitchen spoons, and all sorts of cooking paraphernalia. Dirge absentmindedly thinks of what kind of person that must've been, to leave behind such useful tools.

Or perhaps, like him, they had no choice in the matter, brought and taken away at the whim of the eikons who run this place.

A chef's knife sings as he tests its sharpness on a whetstone built into the knife stand. His cuts to the meat, a chuck, are measured, professional—unnervingly so. It's not a culinarian's precision, rather a mien more mercenary, predatory.

At least he's humming a ditty—or trying to, whenever his throat lets him. It takes some of the edge away.

Not sure where the typing fit in—felt flashy and inconvnient compared to the rest of him, but all right—and anyways, Nezha didn't mind the silence. He could get lost his in own head this way and the roommate probably wouldn't care. Cool.

"Yeah, the monkeys are—" Nezha starts and stops, engrossed by the man's neat tricks with the knife. The song's definitely rawer than he'd like, but the slice, slice, slice of the blade is mercilessly fine.

Hm. Probably shouldn't startle this guy out of the blue.

"The monkeys are magical," he manages to continue a few moments later, ears still swimming in chopping noises and fragmented song as he carries an armful of vegetables to the sink. "There's like three—no, four of them I know? Though some of them can make copies of themselves, so that's not a stable number. And some of them can transform into other things entirely (me and you included), so they won't always show up as monkeys, but—"

"—they're friends and the most they do is prank your butt off. If you're not sure, just offer them peaches and see if they gobble it up."

Probably the biggest giveaway between those hairballs, to be honest.

He finds a colander from the shelves and dumps a bunch of greens in before running water over the lot. Nezha doesn't hum, but he does drum his fingers in time to pointy ears' song when it fits.