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[Closed to Four Seasons Manor residents + Ye Baiyi]

⌛ Who: Ye Baiyi and residents of the Four Seasons Manor
⌛ What: Missing arachnida (scorpion)
⌛ When: August 30
⌛ Where: Four Seasons Manor
⌛ Warnings:

He'd woken up to a strange but minor pain he couldn't identify. It lingers and he's not used to feeling something like this, but there are more important things to deal with. Namely, he can't find Xie Wang. It was odd given how the young man had been as glued to his side as a loyal hound the last week or so. It was also annoying, since that meant no breakfast. Fortunately, he knew where he could go that also had good food.

Like he has since he arrived, he shows up at the Four Seasons Manor and walks through the door like he owns the place. "Zhou Zishu? Brat?" He calls, making his way to the kitchen.

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"Didn't you hear me just arrive?" Baiyi barks back, a little sharper than the last time they'd spoken. A hand rises briefly to his abdomen and he moves over to sit down on a stool. It's subtle but there's a slight heaviness to the way he moves and sits, certainly not the normal motion of the Immortal.

"Where are the others?"

"Training or bathing, probably," he snapped back. Yet, he couldn't help but notice the uncharacteristic weight that seemed to cling to Ye Baiyi. He barely spared a glance to the Immortal before nudging a bowl of rice with some dried fish on top his way.

"Because you helped A-Xu," he said gruffly as if that explained his momentary kindness.

He rolls his eyes at that reasoning, not asking about it. He really didn't care about this at the moment. His eyes slip to the bowl in front of him but doesn't reach of it. Instead, he lean forward and snatches a bottle of wine.

"This is where that idiot girl of yours gets her disrespect from."

"Respect is earned where we come from." he drawled.

"Haven't I?" He shoots back with a bitter growl to his tone. He pours himself a drink and drains it. As he pours another, he grumpily orders, "Go fetch your husband. I have news that concerns you both."

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"You'll wait until he shows up for breakfast," Kexing growled in turn. "He'll be here soon enough. What hurry are you in, Immortal?"

He sighs heavily. It is so much effort to talk to this young brat. Although, he found talking to this young brat's brat even more exhausting.

"Fine, if you want me to wait, then make tea for me. Put ginger and ginseng in it." Maybe some herbs for vitality and energy would help him. It's been a really long time since he needed anything close to medicine.

Well. Zishu had told his ancestor he was welcome any time. Only partially because he knows how his husband 'loathes' the man.

But coming in for breakfast to see the man sitting, apparently waiting despite there being a bowl of food right before him has him a little concerned. He knows how much the immortal loves his food.

And ginger and ginseng tea? His eyes narrow just a little as he studies the man, wondering. His gaze moves to his husband, as it always does, silently checking the other over for signs of any attack - and finding none, thankfully.

So he nods to them both and takes a seat at the table, raising a brow.

"Ancestor Ye, what brings you this morning?"

"You, apparently," Kexing quipped. It certainly wasn't his company that the Sword Immortal came to Four Seasons Manor for. Still, there's the slightest hint of worry that shows in the way Kexing actually does brew some tea for him. It isn't exactly what he asked for, but it's a tonic that should help with his energy. "Here," he said to Ye Baiyi, pouring a cup for him. "Drink this. You look terrible."

Ye Baiyi is relieved when he isn't hassled further about the tea. He would've given as good as he got, but it would've required a lot more energy than he wanted right now. He almost scowls at seeing Kexing add something else to the tea than he'd requested, but for once he doesn't say anything about it. At least, about that. He says other things.

"Isn't it unfortunate for you that my 'terrible' is still mountains above your best?" He retorts grumpily. As he pulls the tea closer so he can take a drink, his attention moves to Zhou Zishu.

Instead of speaking, though, he reaches into his robes and sets a long ring on the table in front of Qin Hauizhang's disciple that should be easily recognized. "He's gone. You both can rest easy now."

Kexing earns a brief grin at that chirp before Zishu returns his attention to Ye Baiyi. The grin fades when a familiar ring is set before him. His gaze moves from it, then back to the immortal at those words, then back to the ring and he picks it up.

It explains the faint headache he's been experiencing too.

And the tea.

Setting the ring back down, he moves it back to the immortal. "Thanking Ancestor Ye for the news."

Kexing shoots a glare at Ye Baiyi, but says nothing. What's important is whatever business he has with Zishu. He does, however, lift a brow at the sight of the ring. And bites his tongue to keep from asking if they should celebrate.

He raises an eyebrow at Kexing. Really? No snide comment? He's actually a little impressed by the idiot's restraint, however out of character it was for him.

"His pipa is at my house if you'd like that back. I have no use for it." His house.. something he hasn't had time to tell them about until now. What was he going to do with that space now? Although he isn't as thrilled with the idea of living in this manor as he had initially been. Other people were noisy and nosy. Maybe he'll stay there and enjoy his solitude.

"I need a new servant."

Kexing doesn't need to say it for Zishu to know it. He's still pleased by the restraint and sends his beloved an approving glance before shaking his head at the offer.

"Sell it if you don't want it."

As for a servant for a house he's only just learning about, he allows himself a smirk.

"I am sure you will find someone to take care of you. Until then, my offer stands." The offer to come here, if only for food.

Baiyi scowls again and finally picks up the ring, since neither of the other two seem like they want it as a victory trophy. Part of him is glad for this, but another would've preferred they take it away.

"I lived fine on a mountain for nearly a century. I don't need someone to take care of me. But.. he'd been useful." He'd also been an emotional wreck. He shakes his head. "You have so many people already living here you might as well be an inn."

Taking a trophy isn't Zishu's style.

He could point out that Baiyi had just said he wants a servant. Instead, he shrugs a little. "This place is full of useful people. Surely someone would be willing to serve you, if you look."

It amuses him that his home is too noisy for the immortal. He loves the bustle and the various people who live here.

"Why should I have to look? Aren't you the one who finds new disciples every time you turn around? Besides, I did keep Xie Wang away from you three." Shouldn't he have earned enough gratitude for Zishu to do this chore for him? Even if he didn't, it should be done because he's their elder and.. hell, because he feels poorly.

He pushes the tea cup toward Kexing and gives him an expectant look. More, brat.

"I already have a job," Kexing quipped before the Sword Immortal could even suggest the Ghost Valley Master come run errands for him. He did, however, silently glower as he poured more tea. The guy needed it. They both agreed... silently.

Zishu has to smother a snicker at how immediately his Lao Wen speaks up, as it is, he grins. "Yes, being mine." But he won't 'loan' his beloved out like that.

"And I never asked you to keep him away from us," he tells Baiyi calmly. "However kind it was." And just as Kexing pours more tea for the immortal, Zishu nudges the bowl of food closer to the man. He really does look rather dreadful.

He rolls his eyes at the sappy couple. Don't subject others to this!

"Since when do I need your permission?" Baiyi snaps. He remembers his conversation with Gu Xiang and how frustrating that had been too. Gratitude apparently is something in short supply around this place. He didn't wait for Zishu to ask him about help with his nail situation and he certainly hadn't asked Kexing when he found him unconscious while Zishu was headed to the mountain.

If he wasn't getting fed right now, he might've stormed off. As it was, the first cup of tea had been enough to dull his pain enough to let him eat. At the bowl being pushed toward him again, he takes a sip of the tea before reaching for the fish. "What happens to people when they vanish from here?"

That was a good question.

"No one knows for certain," Kexing mused as he went about preparing breakfast for the rest of the household (and perhaps something for Ye Baiyi, too, should his appetite prove to be what it normally was).

"We go back, I suppose."

Oh please, this is tame for them these days.

Zishu pours himself a cup of the same tea his soulmate had given the immortal and sips at it, pondering that last question.

"Jing Beiyuan left then returned. He mentioned returning home." And the Lord Seventh would know, wouldn't he?

It's disgusting! It's shameless! It's... cute, he's just in a mood, okay?

While the answer clarifies some things, he realizes that by going back to his own world, Xie'er has died. Was there a way he could've stopped that from happening? He'd thought at the time it was appropriate for Zishu to finally get revenge on Xie'er after what happened to Ghost Valley and Wen Kexing. That was before he'd gotten to know the young man better.

He shrugs and takes another bite or two of the dish he'd been given. As he chews, he decides they need a new subject.

"You should come visit my new house."

Kexing perked up, eyebrowed lifted curiously.

"You have a house already? Why are you loitering here?"

After the greeting he's received by multiple people who live here, that question stings. It shouldn't. It should roll off his back like all their other sassy comments they loved jabbing each other with. It doesn't.

"I'll be sure not to in the future!" He snaps, the growl returning to his tone. "Ingrates." He rises. "I've said my piece."

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