jin ling

[soba]

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[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.

[goldpeony]

[Both brows furrow. The sentiment doesn't exactly fall short for him. Surprisingly.]

I probably get in Uncle Jiang's way, too.

[More like, he knows he gets in the way.]

[soba]

[ an uncle...

he looks down at the tea. ]

Is it frustrating?

[goldpeony]

Mm. [His eyes drop, and he's quiet for a moment or two.] ...Sometimes.

He wants me to do something great, but then he just yells at me when I try.

[soba]

He sounds like an adult.

[ although, some of jin ling's personality makes a little more sense now. ]

But you do keep trying?

[goldpeony]

[Proudly, he juts his chin up.] Yeah! [Like it's obvious. Like there would really be no other way.]

I'm not letting anything stop me from defeating a great beast during a Night Hunt, or from doing anything else. Even Uncle's yelling.

[soba]

[ toi, who has no idea what a night hunt or a great beast is: cool ]

... then you'll be fine.

[goldpeony]

I know. [Maybe it's good he doesn't have to be told certain things.] Nothing is going to stop me from proving everyone wrong.

You're going to make money, too, right? And then go with your brother. [A pause.] Why are you leaving?

[soba]

... we can't stay in that town anymore.

[ it isn't big enough for them.

there's too many eyes looking out for them. ]

[goldpeony]

[Hm.]

Why? Can’t you do something about it? You can make your own money. And you can shoot a gun. [He saw and remembers that.] Why should you have to leave if you don’t want to leave?

[Clearly, someone is......spoiled.]

[soba]

The world isn't that simple. What you want doesn't matter.

[ he isn't sure when the last time something he wanted mattered. ]

Sometimes you just... need to deal with what happens to you.