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Yᴜᴊɪɴ Mɪᴋᴏᴛᴏʙᴀ 🌸 御琴羽 悠仁 ([personal profile] softshoes) wrote in [community profile] ximilialog 2023-09-02 07:26 am (UTC)

[Yujin doesn't address the threat, but he does humor it, taking his seat beside Jake with a sardonic huff.]

I'm full of surprises. [Yujin settles in, staring into the fire with a dry, ironic expression on his face.] Also, you made me.

[The joke softens the sting of remembering the entire argument, but not entirely. Pulling his knees in closer, he rests his arms around them-- not pulling them into his chest completely, but still crouched protectively into himself. Dirty, exhausted, and in this almost boyish pose, it makes for a strange, vulnerable sight.

There's a moment of stillness. Clover yawns, then ruffles his feathers once more before he falls asleep and begins to faintly snore. Yujin finishes the Ankatan fruit-- for all its resemblance to stone fruit, there isn't actually a pit-- and wipes its juice off his mouth with the back of his hand.

Now is as good as time as any for them both to face the music.
]

Would you like to speak first, or shall I?

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