jin ling

[soba]

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[soba]

[ he glances at it then at jl. ]

How's your arm?

[goldpeony]

It's fine. [He looks okay, but it sounds like maybe it still hurts a bit, he's just got a lot of pride.] ...Is your leg okay?

[he'd ask about the eye but

obviously it's missing]

[soba]

... the bite wasn't as bad as it could be.

[ ... ]

I also have a lot of painkillers.

[goldpeony]

[A pause.]

...do you want some spirit grass tea?

[soba]

[



he manages not to laugh ]

You know what? Sure.

[goldpeony]

[He seems surprised by the acceptance. He glances at the books, but abandons them for now. They seem to be ones about stars? He takes up Demon and tucks the dog under an arm.]

Come on then.

[To the kitchen!]

[soba]

[ listen. in any other circumstance he would not have said yes but. gestures

in any case, he will hobble over to the kitchen ]

[goldpeony]

[The dog gets placed on the edge of the counter out of the way. And then he goes about gathering what he needs to heat water and all--he at least knows that much.]

Watch out for Ayabe. Make sure he isn't coming in here. He'll just nag us and take it away.

[He digs a hidden bag out of one of the drawers in the kitchen.]

[soba]

He was under the impression I introduced it to you.

[ ayabe is guilty of profiling :/ ]

[goldpeony]

[He snorts.] Ayabe is a moron. [He sounds.... offended????] I don't know why he doesn't think I can find it myself.

[He gives Toi a mug, but has to steep the spirit grass in the strainer first. It looks like there's some other stuff in with it...?]

[soba]

... it's probably because of my profile.

[ but he realizes that 'drug dealer' might not mean the same thing to jin ling when it comes to like. spirit grass. ]

[goldpeony]

[yeah, spirit grass to jin ling is not a drug, it's medicine!!!!! GOD]

Why, what about it? [He fills Toi's mug up, but he's use to, like, little teacups you sip on so he doesn't fill it very far. It smells a bit like cucumbers?] Here. It'll help with your eye, or whatever.

[Hm. Well, he also pours himself a bit, too, because he thinks Toi isn't going to trust him or something.]

[soba]

[ ...................cucumbers

toi takes it. ]

Where we're from, your spirit grass is considered a drug.

[goldpeony]

[Stop, there was no melon.]

That's what the others said. Like it's bad. But it isn't bad. It helps with pain and replenishes energy. And helps relax.

[soba]

Do you remember what I told you before? There are a lot of different uses for it.

... anyway, back home, I sell it. So that's why Ayabe has been assuming people have been getting it from me.

[goldpeony]

[He makes a face as he has a sip, but it's not about the tea.]

You sell it...? To make money?

[soba]

Yup.

[ emphasis on the p ]

It's not legal where I live.

[goldpeony]

[THIS DEMONIC DRUG DEALER AAAA]

That's stupid. [About it not being legal.] Can't you just ask your family for money?

[soba]

[ he just tilts his head ]

No.

[goldpeony]

[francy someone is dead but we are threading this in the middle of it]

Oh... [Wish he could say weird, but as someone with none family except for four crazy uncles, he accepts this.] You should do something legal, but at least you're doing something instead of lying on the ground and crying about it.

[soba]

[ i have nothing to contribute to trial it's fine ]

I'm not old enough to have a normal job. And any jobs I would be able to get as a teenager wouldn't make as much money as I need.

[goldpeony]

[same]

You have to be a certain age to get a job? [wild] ...Why do you need so much money? For something like deity-binding nets?

[soba]

Deity... what? No.

[ jin ling please,,, ]

It was... so I can leave with my brother. He wouldn't have to worry about me anymore if I could provide for myself.

[goldpeony]

Oh...

[Oh. Figures, he thinks, Toi would have something like a brother. Some kind of family. "Jiang Cheng is right there," an absolutely seemingly wholesome brother.]

If he was your brother, wouldn't he just worry anyway? That's all Ayabe does. He worries about all his brothers and sisters so much that's all he does ever.

[soba]

I'm pretty sure I get in his way.

[ more like, he knows that he gets in the way. ]

But as long as I was useful... that didn't matter.