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Qiqi was bad enough about getting lost in Liyue, and now that she’s in such unfamiliar surroundings, she’s even worse off. It seems like every day these days, Qiqi finds herself wandering off in some wrong direction or another, and it takes her almost the whole day just to figure out her way back. 

Usually she’s left well enough alone, but sometimes certain adults try to help her... She appreciates the help, of course, but certain previous bad experiences do leave her wary. (Much too many people have wished her buried for comfort, and for all she knows this could happen here, as well.) 

This particular man that approaches her today... Qiqi has a bad feeling about. She doesn’t know if it’s the way he’s speaking to her or the way he’s slowly approaching her, but he does seem to bring back memories of someone not very nice that she’s dealt with before, and every part of her just wants to be away from him. Now.

She feels a rush of relief at the sound of a woman’s voice, one that seems to be coming to her aid, but she freezes when she hears the words ‘little sister.’ Little sister... Is she talking about her? Qiqi has never been called those words before... Or if she has, she doesn’t remember. Whatever family she might have had... Is gone.

Is this woman her family somehow...? Or... Is she saying she is her family now?

Lifting up her arm in a wave, the newly turned witch stood by the entrance of the decrepit cabin awaiting the arrival of her friend. It had been a while since the two had spent some time together, and when the suggestion of taking part of the Halloween festivities came up, Red was more than happy to take Lynne up on it. However.. ghost hunting wasn’t quite what she was expecting to do, but hopefully nothing bad would come from it..

[ You, uh. Ready to go in? ] almost sounding nervous, the Transistor spoke up once the woman got a little closer; Red unable to help herself by throwing her broom an almost confused look. Considering his situation, he should have been the least nervous between the three of them.. [ Red’s got a camera, and well. I’m enough of a flashlight to look around, I think. Anything else we might need? Never done this kind of thing before. ]

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chai :')

did someone say tea

Chai Tea ❧ If they could speak to the stars directly, what would they say?

I hope you don't mind if I briefly derail the topic and talk about hatred <3 *intro roll* HFSJdkn jokes aside, I think it's obvious by now, that, instead of trying to keep up a farce like he used to — Clive is absolutely willing to be blunt when faced with someone he despises, quick to reach to tirades and insults, which— depending on how well he knows them— tend to aim mercilessly at their vulnerability, whatever he knows will upset them the most. A great example would be our lovely amoral scientist, GLaDOS, and you'd assume that's as bad as it gets, that it can't get worse from that absolute disaster of a dynamic.

Well, you assumed wrong.

Don't misunderstand— GLaDOS, being the epitome of the kind of scientists that Clive absolutely loathes, is very damn high in that hatred scale. But it's not the very top. Bill, however, fits the bill (ba dum tss) for that special seat, and so, it'd be... different, if he'd ever get to talk to that prime minister, specifically because Clive wouldn't be willing to talk at all. The farce would be wholly gone, sure, but he doesn't have anything to say to Bill. He'd have his actions speak for themselves, but other than that— it'd have to be them to start a conversation, which would only get cold & short answers in return. There is no tirade, and there are certainly no questions he'd ask, either, no matter if rhetorical or not. He isn't going to argue with the lowest scum of the earth.

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“Oh it’s all doom, gloom and irreparable despair? Try me.”

Extending Empathy

Try me. As opposed to how the conversation was going up to this point, Clive took his time before answering, stare intensifying as he'd tilt his head up to look down on her.

Something is boiling, rising up— he'd keep the lid on, but even that only helped this much. "You preach trust & tell me to cut my constant scepticism, yet you can't trust my own judgement and take my word for it when I tell you my circumstances are irreparable. You're a hypocrite, and I would be talking to a brick wall at best if I were to make an attempt on elaboration."

"Try me, you say? What makes you think I'd bother to try and convince you that I'm right? What reason do I have to do so? I'm not obligated to explain myself, and someone who treats this place as a gift wouldn't come to understand regardless of what I'd say. There's no reason why the naive belief of someone so disconnected to the matter should concern me in the slightest."

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raspberry lynne & white cherry clive?