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Durin's cutting an onion for his stew dinner meal, and carefully looking at the layers of the onion as they fan out. It idly made him think about at some point someone telling him that Setsuna had many layers to him with how close he kept things to the vest. Cue Durin looking at the onion, then Setsuna, then the onion again, then Setsuna again. "You know, you're kind of like an onion if you think about it."
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"Uh, is it a good or a bad time to tell Miss Jahoda that if we could get her into Simulanka she'd be able to see your cat form?"
@pouppet is getting a Durin starter!
He'd seen Setsuna walk in all the way from up by Good Hunter, and wings had eagerly come out so he could fly down to the gate much faster than simply walking. No one would be surprised to see the look of pure happiness on Durin's face as he landed next to Setsuna, and his tail might as well have been wagging a little behind him.
"Hat Guy, you made it!! Thank you for coming all the way out to Mondstadt for my birthday, was the Akademiya okay with you taking more leave even though we haven't been away from Nod Krai all that long?"
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"mmm.... sandrone yelled at me again." columbina pouts, sighing softly. she doesn't understand why. "and dottore...." she tries not to growl. "he seems to have gotten bored of me, too." there's tension in the air suddenly.
the damselette drapes herself across the desk, much like a cat. "you seemed interesting."
“We’ve never met, right? You seem familiar.”
truth be told, mafuyu also felt the same way. the two of them had never met, as far as they knew, and yet they couldn't help but feel a sense of nostalgia looking into his eyes. how strange this is.
"...not as far as i know," mafuyu said slowly, stilted. she was not used to speaking to others outside of the yashiro commission. "but... i may have a theory." as much as it hurt to think about, this person's eyes felt like she was looking into a mirror. "if... that is alright with you."
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starter for @pouppet !! ( starter call )
"is that you? balladeer...?" she doesn't know why, but her heart swells with excitement to see him again. she missed him. like a little brother. "it has... been a while, hasn't it?"
"we never discussed what happened between us." ( puppet situationship time )
️️️ ️️️ ️️️ ️️️ ️️️ ️️️ ️️️ ️THE BALLADEER IS STRANGE. nearly anyone can make that observation. doll oft thinks of his standoffish nature, his crude remarks, the disdainful sneers across the table while foolishly trailing after the PATH laid 'fore him by the doctor. sandrone wondered for a while amongst the tinkering, the small moments of scrutiny while piecing together a porcelain automaton, her glass cannon ; how puppets remain as puppets when they cannot find their ground. of course, seventh never said a thing. they already ARGUED enough on a regular ——— to extend it would be a waste of time.
still, she could feel it, a sense of KINDRED connection in the air when he lingered. the delicate craftsmanship of his skin, mimicking perfection, much like herself, has placed her & him in this strange SPACE of understanding. sometimes they bickered over the table nonstop, spitting venom as face scrunched through a long line of disagreements. other times, they LINGERED, hovering around each other. asking, probing, just as curious, even if they refused to admit it. then, foolishly, she'd welcome him in her workshop, trying to find some components.
️️️ ️️️ ️️️ ️️️ ️️️ ️️️ ️️️ ️though the truth was blatant, it was a means to admire closely. what he hid, she did not probe for.
there would be no reason to, when she knows he would never provide an answer. his synthesis was almost FLAWLESS, she hated to admit. but she hardly fell behind either. behind every bark and bite was a step reciprocated, the twisting gears — rewinding clockwork. too intimate, too close. but never enough to be anything when they scoff and SHOVE each other away after it all.
" discuss what ? " haughty as ever, chin raised, head cocked to the side with a FROWN as deep as ever. " like how you needed motor oil to grease your busted up knee ? nothing happened. "
@pouppet liked for a starter! sc.
"So you're gonna kill me today huh? Bold words to use on the third Saturday in a row after a meeting with Her Majesty." Safe to say, the Eleventh didn't think the Sixth would be doing a very good job at trying to 'kill' him, if anything Childe was expecting them to end up sparring and making out afterward again. But still, he wasn't going to turn down a chance to push the older Harbingers buttons and see the funny scowl he'd get every single time.
