Yanqing looks at her and smiles a little. "They do. The foxian who is the Helm Master in my time, Yukong, sometimes took me to watch the starskiffs," he explains. What he doesn't add is that she's the closest he has to a maternal figure, too.

"I... yes and yes. I..." Yanqing doesn't know what to say. Not really. He wants to tell her. Tell them all what will come, but he know he can't. It feels like he will explode soon.

The teen sighs and pull up his knees towards his chest, wrapping his arms around his legs.

No one can annoy him the way Serval does. Not even Lynx. She doesn't usually try, but then, Serval is his big sister. He tries to nudge her away with his elbow, still holding the pen in his hand.

"No, it's not, but it needs to be done." Gepard doesn't enjoy paperwork, but it's part of his duties, so he does it diligently. Or tries to. It has a tendency to pile up since he's needed elsewhere more often than he has time to sit down in his office. Though, that is slowly starting to change since the Stellaron was dealt with.

He sighs and looks up at Serval again. "Besides having dinner, no, I don't have any plans." The captain rarely has plans. Not that he is without friends, but because he usually needs a bit of time to himself and free time is rare for him.

✤ RP sentence starters: RE 9 ✤

❄ ⁓⁓ Despite what many may believe, Jingliu was not naturally proficient in every type of weapon used in Xianzhou warfare. The sword was as familiar to her as her own arms and hands, and she could handle a spear or even an ax just fine. But when it came to ranged weapons... she found herself lacking.

❝I should not find this so difficult.❞ She frowned at the target, which had only three arrows sticking out of it, and none close to the middle. The practice bow felt clunky to her, slow, even though she had seen the speed at which a true archer could knock and draw.

"Doctor." His voice cuts through the quiet as he leans against the doorway. Come specifically on his own this time, as if to share the good news, his cornerstone in hand as he looks between it and then up at the other. "Hope you don't mind I decided to stop by for a chat. I'm assuming you heard my wonderful news already~?"

Ratio looks up from his tablet of documents that he is peer-reviewing (while he prefers paper-books for the feel and smell, there is no reason to fell more trees than necessary for inane drivel like this), one thick eyebrow arching as if to say really?

"It is currently office hours, so I suppose I cannot deny a visitor," he sighs, then saves his notations and places his work to the side. He swivels his chair to face Aventurine, one leg crossing over the other and hands alighting on his propped knee primly.

"I find it curious that you had the time to make a post on your social media account about it, but yet not enough to call me so that I could expect your visit properly. Or is infringing on my schedule part of your..." Dawn-colored eyes glance at the Cornerstone proudly on display, his stare flat and unimpressed. "...Celebrations."

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