#nobully

" I sure am getting some pretty visitors today huh? " Eiden starts, then suddenly pauses to drill a stare into his pinkheaded visitor, " but y'know ... you actually seem familiar --- wait no! Don't tell me yet!! "

He lifts his hand to the air while pinching in between his eyebrows with the other. A moment goes before he leans closer towards the glass, his hand now covering his mouth from the side.

Her exclamation interrupts whatever conversation had been happening prior as her full attention is captured by the stall offering various autumnal and Halloween accessories. Nicolette beelines for one item in particular, dragging Wang Yi along by their interlocked fingers.

❝ Halloween might be over, but I still think it's the perfect occasion. ❞ Releasing their point of contact, if only to carry out her impulse, Nicolette plucks the headband from its hook before sliding it atop Wang Yi's head. Nestled in his pink strands are a pair of furry dog ears— the insinuation certainly won't be lost on him, she's sure.

❝ You look so cute, ❞ she coos, pulling out her phone to snap a photo of his exasperatedly indulgent expression. ❝ Will you wear it if I let you pick one out for me? ❞

Wang Yi's voice pulls Sun right out of his thoughts. His tail curls upward and his head turns to look over his shoulder. Sure enough, as expected, is the familiar man. Though, he's changed. Not much physically, aside from the hair length, but something else.

"Like what you did to your hair, Wang Yi."

● "What? Never seen someone drink blood before?" That probably wasn't the reason he was interested in her beverage consumption. The blood was in a frappuccino cup and blended like and iced drink, for one. She had found a single shop in the city that was willing to sell blood in any capacity, at least in a way that was ethically sourced.

𝙝𝙖𝙫𝙚 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙧? have you been well. — by @nobully

' yes. splendid. '

The air instantly becomes cold and dry, the sunlight overhead not returning even as his surroundings finally stabilize. Standing small in the shadow of a dune, his recognition is hindered by confusion: are these Sumeru's deserts or is he still in Spirale, somehow deep in the belly of the Land of Burnt Umber? He searches the horizon for the telltale orange glow of King Deshret's Mausoleum, and once finding that the sky is as black as ink he decides it doesn't matter. Wherever this is, it is not anywhere he wants to be. So he clambers through the sand, away from the dune, in search of escape. How long he wanders, he isn't sure. Time feels inconsistent here, this personal nightmare of his. He measures it instead by the ache in his legs as he fights against the resistance of the dust underneath them, and it's at some indistinct point where the chill in the air has already sunk bone-deep that the clouds start to emit faint, vermillion light. The buildings that appear with it are like a mirage at first. Nonphysical distortions of shelter in the distance, only that they don't betray him with their realness and solidify themselves into being the closer he gets. They are dilapidated things with strangely urban architecture, weathered and beat and visibly abandoned for possibly over a decade, but to Zhilan they are a temporary distraction from the unease that tends to grip him while in the desert. He ducks into one, backing up as the wind whips and howls around it. Yet he neglects to realize that it is already occupied, discovering this by abruptly colliding into them back-first. He swings around in an instant, the sharp tip of his polearm pointed at them having been manifested into his hands from thin air. Their identity is a belated arrival to his senses, but once they truly lock eye contact the name leaves him sharply, startled. ❝ —— Wang yi? ❞

Welcome back to scenic Isola Radiale, Wang Yi!

You will be housed in CONDO 401.

You will retain everything you were given in your previous stay.

It had been a peaceful rest at first. He had spent the last few remaining hours of last evening laughing and staring at the stars with dear Ismael that he had completely forgotten he purchased tickets to The City of Glass several days ago. Suffice to say, falling asleep in the small ferry is to be expected.

But with a sharp jolt of the boat, Ryuujin lurches forward and almost collides against the seat in front of him. It's not the sudden loss of balance that elicits a reaction out of him though, but rather the sharp ache that stretches across one side of his neck.

"Ow ow ow ow!" He cries perhaps a little too dramatically as he leans back into his seat, cradling his neck in one hand. "Ahh, curse this human form! If I could just—" He only stops himself upon remembering he is not by his lonesome. One look to his side and he is reminded of the shoulder he had used as a pillow. He was half-awake when he braved the idea of leaning against this young man and fortunately, the mortal has proven to be a kind individual!