jikan_rpg | October Catch-all --a little early.

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October Catch-all --a little early.

⌛ Who: Jiang Cheng and Kinn Theerapanyakul
⌛ What: Neandering around town
⌛ When: Tail end of September but October (spoopy season)
⌛ Where: Wherever!
⌛ Warnings: TBD in threads

[Jiang Cheng, post qi deviation]

Once Cheng was strong enough to move around for more than ten minutes, he started trekking over to his friends houses to see how they were doing and to thank them for their help and apologize for causing so much trouble. With every friend he visited, he offered a fruit basket. If he thought cutting them would last, he would have.

He comes to the next home, takes a breath and then schools his face for a pleasant smile before knocking. All he had to do now was wait to be answered. Cheng fervently hoped that their relationship hadn't been ruined by the recent events.

[Jiang Cheng, Onsen]

Once he had recovered, he wanted to do ... something. Anything. He was tired of sitting in the house, tired of people hovering over him, worried about what he would do, if he would relapse. He just needed to get out of the house and relax a bit.

The best way he knew how was the Onsen. The incense was nice, the sound of water was soothing and Cheng was looking forward to relaxing, pampering himself with some expensive cleansers, and let the stress of the past three weeks drain out of him.

[Kinn, by the wharf]

Despite gathering evidence that overall, the place was relatively safe, Kinn still wanted to be prepared. So he made his way to the wharf where many had said one could find rare items, hoping he would find a seller who may have more than just information about firearms.

As he strolled through the allies, he walked with confidence as if he owned the place. His clothing was neat but not necessarily anything that would scream he was rich or in the wrong place. And as he walked, he considered the things he would change in the place. A floating market, some different variations in the market-maybe something foreign in terms of imports?

Evidently, he couldn't completely dismiss the mafia in him.

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Should he really be wandering around like some kind of Disney princess with his nose in a book? Absolutely not. But the book he'd found was so interesting that he couldn't stop reading it. Well, until it turned out that reading it and not looking where he was going resulted in him running right into someone.

Yelping in surprise, he scrambled to catch his book then blinked to see who it was. Oh wait! His badass friend! "Sorry Kinn! I should've been looking where I was going!"

He offered the man a smile. "Shopping?"

Like the dutiful son that he was, and since he was living with his two fathers to make the action more convenient, Sizhui rushed to the door to answer it. Of course the last person he was expecting, for whatever reason, was the leader of the Jiang clan. With a...fruit basket? Floppy rabbit ears shifted a little with interest before he politely bowed to the man.

"Sandu Shengshou. Please come inside." It was good to see that the man was feeling better. Though, given his personality, he had a feeling he wouldn't appreciate having him comment on that fact. Best to just be polite in general and not go there.

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Kinn hadn't been paying too much attention either-or at least he wasn't paying attention in front of him. There was too much to look at and think about what he would change or improve, his mind always on business because that's what he was taught to do. Once a Theerapanyakul, always a Theerapanyakul, it seemed.

But then he collides and the first instinct is to push back. The sound of his friend's voice catches him and he stops, blinking at the other. "Riley. What are you doing here?" As far as he knew, the wharf wasn't a place for nice people. At the question about his own reasonings for being here, he sucks air through his teeth, pocketing his hands. "Yeah, something like that. You, obviously, aren't. Have you been wandering around reading like that?"

Jiang Cheng was expecting his brother, or Jingyi, or... hell, even Wangji to answer the door. He hadn't been expecting Wuxian's adopted son to answer! Though, the ears were cute, he had to admit.

"Wanyin," he corrected in a soft, gruff tone. "I don't carry Sandu here." He didn't have the sword, anyway. Cheng walked in, following Sizhui as he did so, ensuring his shoes were left by the doorway.

Riley suddenly really looked around at where he was. This was not where he expected to be actually. Blinking a few times, he looked around a bit more before looking back to Kinn. "Yeah. I guess I wasn't paying attention to where I was going and got all the way here. Oops?"

He laughed a bit. He really should be paying more attention but, well, here he was anyway. Right where it wasn't really all that nice for people who...weren't...

Hey wait...

"Um...you know you keep selling the whole 'I'm secretly in the mafia' all the time right? Because you're...here."

It still felt...so awkward. But he nodded. "Wanyin-qianbei."

Still, this was his superior as well as, well, his uncle. He could at least make sure that he was doing as the man had asked. Politely. Very politely. "Is that for Wei-qianbei and Hanguang-jun? I could bring it inside for you? Perhaps I could also make you some tea since you're here."

Kinn couldn't help but tilt his head. "I'm... selling?" It was amusing. He hadn't been in a place where people didn't automatically know he was a mafia heir.

"People told me if I wanted to find a firearm, this would be the place. So far, no firearms but there is definitely fish." Kinn smiled pleasantly with that. "The market is lacking though. Are they looking for a reputation here? They certainly don't have one."

Cheng nodded his head, offering the basket. "That would be fine, Lan Sizhui."

This was awkward for him too, honestly. Now he knew that the young man before him was A-Yuan, Wen Qing's martial brother, and he didn't know how he should react with that knowledge. It was probably as good as it was going to get right now, with the awkwardness.

"How have you been settling here? Any problems?"

"Yeah. It's pretty cool actually. I like pretending like I'm friends with some kind of crime boss in my head." Which probably sounded dumb but it came from someone who spent most of his life in imagination. What with how much he read and all the art that he did.

No firearms here though. That was too bad. It'd make Kinn feel safer to have one, that was for sure. "I've never actually been here before. Is it like a shady reputation but there's just fish?"

Taking the basket, he led the way to the kitchen so he could put it away. Then he nodded for him to have a seat at the table while he went about gathering everything he'd need to make a nice light tea. Really the only kind he knew how to make since he had been raised Lan.

The question was unexpected and he blinked a little before shaking his head and continuing with his task.

"No. Things have been nice here. It almost feels like this people could be another home. A place where I can get a chance to be with people I couldn't before." He meant Wen Qing but he didn't say as much. Just in case.

"I don't know," he answered honestly. "Either I haven't delved in the right spots or it was all talk."

But there were business opportunities. Things to keep him occupied with. And that was just as important as having a means to protect himself. "Every place has more than one side to its self. Here, so far, just looks like the safe side."

"So you wouldn't say it's...fishy? Or maybe it is."

Riley laughed at his own joke. Dumb sure but he was proud of it anyway. Sometimes you needed dumb jokes in your life to make the world bright. Besides, so far Kinn didn't hate his dumb sense of humor and that was a plus.

"How have they been doing?" Cheng asks, playing oblivious. He knew how Wen Qing had been doing since many of her days were spent visiting him. He still didn't feel prepared leaving his sister's home and go live with anyone else. Part of him chided himself, thinking that he was too old to be spooked like this.

Another part said he still needed to heal. He wasn't good to anyone if he wasn't good to himself, first.

"They are doing well. Very happy. Though I think everyone has been concerned for..." Well there was no point saying it was there? The man knew and he wouldn't want all that fuss probably. So Sizhui let that hang as he turned to reach for some cup. Which showed off the rabbit tail that he had behind him.

"Have you... Have you talked to Jingyi yet? About what happened?" he asked instead.

Kinn's groan was a loud sigh through his nose. He shook his head, trying to hide his smirk. "Cheesy, Riley. That was really cheesy."

So now he decides that his goal today is not to find a firearm, but to make certain Riley is escorted safely out of this area. As the light fades, he can practically feel the darkness wanting to consume. He wasn't going to let his friend get eaten alive.

"Have you eaten yet? What's a good place around here for dinner?"

"Oh I haven't been in this area before so I have no idea. But I bet we could get sushi."

They were surrounded by fish so obviously fish had to be on the menu right? It was a pretty sound conclusion at any rate. Still, he looked around to see if he could spot anything right off the bat. No luck though. But he was already starting to walk to look around, slipping his book into his bag since he wasn't reading it right now anyway.

"Do you like sushi though? Not everyone is into raw fish."

"My health and well-being," Cheng provided, looking wryly at the young man. "I haven't. I was actually hoping to see him here today." That was part of the reason why he was here. Cheng needed to speak to his junior (now that everyone else practically thought it was so, he had to start taking responsibility, in a sense) about what had happened and how he felt about it. He had no idea if Jingyi was happy or upset.

"Jingyi was really scared that what happened to you was his fault," Sizhui explained as he went about his preparations. Maybe it wasn't his place but the other junior was his boyfriend now. And before that he'd been his friend and more than that he would always be his clan. "I reassured him that there was likely something else that had happened and it wasn't his fault then we went to the temple to pray for your well being."

Bringing the tray over, he hesitated a moment then gave the man a formal bow. "If you could please reassure him that he didn't bring you such harm I would be grateful."

Kinn shrugs a bit. "No difference than Cavier." It wasn't his absolute favorite, but he's had worse and managed fine. "Is it safe here, though?" If he was going to have sushi, he rather have it with experienced chefs who knew what they were doing and understood the delicate nature of raw fish. Kinn was content with covering Riley's back, following casually with one hand in his pocket.

"I have no idea. I guess if a place smells fishy we can always just avoid it."

Which probably sounded like he was making another pun but he wasn't this time. One thing he knew about fish was that if they smelled too strongly of, well, fish then they weren't as good for eating. You didn't want that if you wanted to eat something that was going to be good and not get you sick later.

Well, now he felt like a cad. "No, it wasn't his fault at all," Cheng amended. "He... he saved my life. If he wasn't there and called for help, I wouldn't be here." Now he was more than determined to find his wayward nephew.

"He's not home?"

"Not right now. If you are willing to wait he will come back though. Jingyi and I share a room together here."

With that, he made sure that he served the Jiang leader first. It was the polite thing to do, of course. A nice light and refreshing tea for him to have while he waited. At least he hoped that he would wait.

Okay, then. If Riley wanted sushi, then sushi they would find. He did remember passing by a few kiosks as he wandered-something a little more out of the way than the straight up fishmonger's wares.

"Come on this way," he responds, waving his hand a bit. If all went well, they could eat and get out of the area before things got real interesting.

Turning immediately, he trotted over to walk side-by-side with Kinn. Sure he had magic to keep him safe but he'd definitely decided that the safest place? Right next to his new badass, possibly crime lord friend.

Shouldering his bag, he gave him a smile. "Have you gotten some money or is this my treat?"

He really didn't mind either way but best to check!

“I do.” Kinn had the stipend that had been provided on his arrival as well as information on how to access the funding on a weekly basis. It was a new thing for him, considering he never had to worry about money before, just profits. “But I’m used to baht, not this currency. Yen? Or is this place different enough that it’s called something else?”

He may or may not have been paying much attention to that detail as he panicked over the fact he was in a strange place and Porsche wasn’t by his side. And having Riley by his side, explaining all this minor shit he didn’t have the time to pay attention to would be a help. It would ensure that Riley stayed close in case something happened and made it look like they were…well, tourists or something? Blending in was never his style.

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