january catch-all for some guys!

[listenyouidiot]

Who: Fitz and Nighteyes, Jin Guangyao + various closed starters
What: Nie Lianfang makes his debut! Fitz and Nighteyes events TBD.
When: The tail end of December and throughout the rest of January.
Where: Various places throughout Trench.
Notes: Original flavour Jin Guangyao has disappeared for the month and has been replaced by an alternate universe version of himself, who will introduce himself as Nie Lianfang, his courtesy name in this AU. To his close CR, he will respond to Meng Yao, his birth name. I'll be using both names in his tags this month depending on the circumstances.

hmu @ ragweed if you'd like a starter!

Content Warnings: Nothing yet, will update as needed.

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[poorlittlesange]

[Jin Guangyao has used the intervening time to prepare his home for guests, which really just entails a bit of tidying up in the parlour and preparing tea. he is setting the tray on the table in the parlour when he hears the gate to the siheyuan yield to an expected visitor, and so steps out into the courtyard to greet Mike with a warm smile.

which means he does overhear at least a bit of the one-sided argument that his friend is having with the papers in his hand. Jin Guangyao, predictably, pretends that he does not notice.]

Xiansheng, [a short, shallow bow, before he straightens and gestures indoors,] I have prepared tea. We also have chocolate. [a brief pause, and a little frown.] It should be safe.

[famous last words? let's hope not.]

[stayscared]

[he's not even self conscious about those words. this man has seen him in every unseemly state imaginable (almost) so what's a few accusatory words at a stack of papers?

what he will be able to see (now that mike has stopped talking to papers) is the find look he gives the little rat shape on the token before he pockets it, and that look is echoed in his smile, which only widens as he extends an arm for a bit of a walking half-hug, a soft pat on the back, of greeting, of congratulations.]

Should be safe? Are we talking "I don't know how old it is", "it fell on the ground" or something like "this could be poison"?

[does he ask where the chocolate came from? no. should he? probably.]

[poorlittlesange]

[almost anyone else extending such an arm towards Jin Guangyao would undoubtedly be rebuffed, though he would be polite about it. for Mike, however, he accepts with a rather abashed glance at the ground. but he returns that brief half-embrace, arm about his back for one brief moment. (he'd seen the other disciples within both the Jin and Nie sects behave with such friendly, casual affection towards each other, and it had felt a bit like watching a foreign country. astounding, to have such things offered to him now.)]

It should be safe. But this one has heard stories of a strange Chocolatier whose gifts might... [a pause while he considers the right word,] ...contain the unexpected. [then he smiles, quick to reassure,] Mike-xiansheng may be at ease knowing these chocolates came from a supermarket in Cellar Door.

[once inside, he first offers to take Mike's coat, as a good host should, and then goes to seat himself at the low table in the parlour to pour the tea. he doesn't address the papers just yet; certain rituals of hospitality must be observed first, it's just the way things are done.]

[stayscared]

[he'll take a "should be" from you, jin guangyao, and the deadly serious look on his face conveys that. it's a little somber, a little smartass, it's just his way, ok?

welcome to having friends. it's weird, isn't it? and a dad friend at that. you've been adopted, deal with it. (eldritch horrors? eh. friends? OH NO HOW DO I DO THIS! that's super normal.]

I'll have to be on the lookout for that one. You know, to avoid. [cellar dor chocolates? absolutely fine. he shrugs his coat easily, sits and waits for the tea (he knows better than to try and help, this is just jin guangyao's way, and that's also fine.]

So. I've got a few ideas, but I'm not committed to any of them [ha! a look at the divorce papers directly there because that pun was accidental.] I don't speak legalese, that was my agent's job, but I can wade through some of the bullshit. It's more the sentiment than anything else. No property to split up, no ...well, it's just you here, so this should be simple.

There's an easy way to do it, back home. It's reserved for things like when you just don't know where your spouse is. Say, they up and left. You just have to file some papers ...like this, but less complicated, basically saying you tried everything to contact them, and if the court agrees that you did, you put up a public notice for a few weeks in a newspaper. If they don't contact you, then poof, divorce.

So...

...I was thinking maybe that, but using a patron instead. Maybe Doorway? I'm not sure. Feel free to stop me if this is getting to be too much.