#mpyuqi

@mp-yuqi

"oh my, careful there.”

with an arm full of the lithe young woman, he stands solid and unmoving, having kept her from tumbling over and straight into the street. he’s not sure what exactly tripped her up, but her thoughts cried out for help and in an instant he’d turned and placed himself in between her and harm’s way, the car passing by behind them without issue.

he waits another moment, arm tight around her body, to make sure she’s fully aware of how her feet are standing on the ground again before he slowly lets go of her and straightens up a bit better again, taking a little step away to bring appropriate distance between them again. his eyes wander over her face as if checking to make sure she’s alright and then he locks gazes with her.

with @mp-yuqi

the amount of friends he’s made on this island so far since coming here is really impressive, one could say. with so few friends to be had throughout most of his life, he didn’t expect to have gathered a small army of them over the past few months. some of them he met through other friends he made, yuqi being one of those. he’d met minsung first, and minsung had introduced him to her, which had been nothing short of an absolute blessing for him. because now yuqi’s place has become the place to be when he’s feeling a little off. whether it be loneliness, homesickness or just straight up hunger, her apartment is just a few doors down and so it’s the easiest place to go knock when he’s in need of something - anything.

it’s no different today, when he’s a little of all the aforementioned things at once and so after dutifully knocking once or twice, he basically lets himself inside the apartment - he’s lucky enough that the door wasn’t locked - and takes off his shoes in the hallway.

@mp-yuqi

so maybe his hand-eye coordination in this recently acquired body isn’t a hundred percent on point yet. meaning he’s going around the city on roller blades but he hasn’t fully mastered equilibrium yet nor is he used to his current shape’s long legs and fluffy hair. all things considered he likes the body, though, because it’s strong, solid and dependable, and the only reason its previous inhabitant had to leave was some unfortunate freak accident. life ain’t fair.

that’s not the point right now, though. the point right now is that he’s bound for his umpteenth collision of the last couple of days, headed straight for yet another young girl who probably did not expect this encounter to be part of her day. this time she’s not related to him, however - he checked - so he has no idea what she might possibly do to avoid him.

turns out it’s apparently not enough because he bumps into her, once again putting an arm around her to keep her from falling, but he’s got less balance himself than he did the last time this happened and so they go sprawling to the ground. he turns the both of them as they go, so that he will hit the ground and she can land safely atop him, but there’s no stopping the fall.

he thumps into the asphalt with a grunt, breath knocked out of him for a second, especially when she lands atop him and an elbow digs into his side. he’s used to these things, though, so he doesn’t really mind and just quietly catches his breath before moving slowly to sit up again. but even as he’s still moving, his eye catches on something shiny, then another, and before long he realises he’s had diamonds rain down on him and the small box in the girl’s hand seems to be their place of origin.

it’s not like he’s not used to people expressing their affection; his parents used to do it regularly and he’s always made a point of telling his friends they’re important to him, so it didn’t take long for them to pick up the habit and tell him in return. a little more love in the world is never a bad thing.

it’s just that he’s not used to having his supposedly wonderful presence so praised into the heavens that he wonders if there’s really any truth to the words at all. he takes a moment to just look at yuqi, trying to remember what he’s supposedly done for her to be so glad that he exists, but he really can’t imagine.

“i...” he starts, and for a moment he’s lost for words. his powers of luck don’t work on people’s opinion of him, really. they might not break a bone when they kick his ass, but it won’t stop them from wanting to kick his ass. he’s learned that the hard way.

@mp-yuqi continued from here:

Yuqi was prepared. She asked Jordan to meet her at the library, armed with several English learning books. She would no longer look like a fool when speaking the language. Or well, she would for a while until she learned, but she was determined to get better! There was no one else that she could think of than him to help.

She had stepped away for a moment to put the books on the table when he arrived. A wide grin pulls on her lips, and she bounces in front of him. She reaches forward to gently grab onto his sleeves.  The woman’s powers of intuition screamed at her to run, but Yuqi ignored them completely, chalking it all up to anxiety.

“Jordan!” She coos out, smiling up at him. “Thanks for coming!” She had already been practicing during her shifts at work, and there had been some progress. However, there were still limits to what she could do. “Come sit? We start now!” She whispers excitedly, and she pulls him to a seat before she sits beside him. “Where we start?”

he does not know what on earth sparked the idea in the young woman’s mind that he might be the best person for her to reach out to when wanting to learn english. he does not know which strange twist of the mind it took for yuqi to decide to ask jordan of all people to help her. but, he thought it’d be funny to try it out for a change, and so he’d come to the library.

what he doesn’t expect is her excitement, the way she grabs hold of his sleeve and then beams at him, pulling him along to where she’s apparently already installed herself with all the necessary books. he looks them over for a moment as he pulls back a chair to sit and then looks back at yuqi.

she’s already got the alphabet down well enough to be able to read translated words, so there’s no issue there, which means all he can do is let her study things like tenses and vocabulary until they get a better grip on it. isn’t there an english language class at the university? there really should be.

“well,” he hums as he reaches out for a book to leaf through it. finding it too difficult to start with, he then spots what seems to be a school book and takes it out. “oh, good,” he says as he opens the first chapter and finds a nice bite-sized list of vocabulary for her. “why don’t you study these already while i look into the others?” he hands her the book, waiting for her to take it before he reaches for another one so he can look it over.

he can’t deny that when the first text hits, he’s instantly wide awake, on full alert, already out of his seat and ready to run to wherever yuqi is, fingers already typing the question to ask her where she is and that he’s on his way. before he can send that message - right before - there is a second message however, and the sudden rush of adrenaline breaks with instant relief.

he takes a moment or two of just standing halfway to his door, looking down at his phone, his breathing having sped up due to the instinctive response. he waits until it evens out again and he has let go of the annoyance over being sent into a panic before he finally deletes the message he was writing and types up a new one.

[ to: tiny yu ] thanks for the heart attack [ to: tiny yu ] i really needed that today [ to: tiny yu ] at least now i know i’m still very much alive i guess [ to: tiny yu ] i’ll get you back for this

your muse wants to build a snowman and make snow angels, however my muse it’s feeling cold and tries to convince yours to stay inside

“oh no, we shouldn’t,” he says, two hands clasped around his cup of coffee, body already partly out of his seat. “no, yuqi, it’s cold and you’ll be drenched and then you might get sick, that’s really a bad idea.” he brings the cup up to his lips to take a large gulp of it, feet shuffling on the floor a little. but he still looks like he is staying seated. “no, really,” he adds after a moment. “it’s still snowing, you’re barely wearing a warm enough sweater, i shouldn’t let you do this...”

the girl, however, is brimming with enthusiasm, nearly vibrating with her excitement over going outside and making a snowman, and it doesn’t take a genius to see that the only reason osiris might be refusing is worry for the demigoddess - that or the fact that he just sat down with a coffee and a tart and it feels unkind to leave again straight away. but those excuses don’t hold out long, of course, because it’s snowing outside, there’s a thick layer of snow already there, and if he has someone to go play with, then why on earth would he stay inside.

meme: jingle bell memes

‘My muse was left in charge of decorations by your muse, but now they need your muse help with it.’

Hades is not sure either when and how he ended up in this situation, but here he is with what seems like a gazillion garlands hanging around his neck for him to decorate the place with. In all fairness, he hardly knows who the girl is who pushed them into his hands, but she seemed like she needed all the help she could get and so he’d taken them from her with little to no protest.

Now, however, he finds himself at a loss of exactly what he’s supposed to do with them, as he’s hung a few up in the tree, and some on the wall, but he’s still being metaphorically weighed down by all the garlands around his neck and he’s not sure where the rest would have to go. He’s also not very good at colour coding - just ask his wife - so he doesn’t want to just randomly hang them anywhere because the entire place might turn into a cacophony of colours.