⌛ Who: Jiang Cheng, Anakinn Theerapanyakul and YOU ⌛ What: Anything and everything around the kingdoms ⌛ When: January ⌛ Where: Nippon! ⌛ Warnings: Will be listed in subject header as needed
Kizuna effects- Leopard fur on his back (not easily visible)
Usual haunts for JC: -Working at Sakuranbo as a waiter/server -Dining at the Lotus and Peony where his sister makes SOUP -Occassionally starting trips out to the Eastern Kingdom to visit new friends in Hotel California -Going to try to go ice skating like he did last year!
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He agreed to it and hadn't thought of it Now he was thinking of it. Did he mean to take Huaisang to the same place where his life changed forever? He chose to take Huaisang to the tea house where he wanted to bring his two interested people together. It was a bit of a test: part of it, he needed to be certain without a doubt that Huaisang didn't remember any of it. And if that was the case, he could move on, right?
Cheng doesn't think he could, though, but he wants to try.
So meeting up at the entrance of the tea house, Cheng was still psyching himself up for this meeting. He hadn't seen Huaisang since he was thrown out of the Unclean Realm. Okay, that was a bit harsh. He was doing his best to keep an open mind. Hell, he didn't even know when Huaisang came from. He needed to find that out, maybe reveal that they were a thing here in Nippon and maybe he can move on from there. He still didn't know if he was going to tell Huaisang what had happened here. Maybe it was better that he kept that a secret. He could keep secrets. It was a lot easier when he didn't know about them.
And seeing him? Cheng stilled, staring at Huaisang for a long time-too long, actually. He tried to cover it with a smile and a salute. "Nie Zongzhu. It is nice to see you again."
With all the residents of this city and at the party celebrating the start of the new year, seeing a familiar face was a greater relief than Huaisang could have guessed it would be. The more formal and correct greeting wasn't even off-putting. It had been far too long since they were -xiong to one another. While the Nie and Jiang sects were on peaceful terms and even allies after a fashion, there was not the friendship of youth. Being away from home and at the mercy of a rather strict task master could form bonds in ways few other things could.
Though formalities aside, the other sect leader had a look about him that was unfamiliar to Huaisang. And of course he was curious about it's source.
"Jiang-zhongzhu," he greeted back with a salute of his own, his newly returned Shuixian clasped in his hand. "It is good to see you as well. Shall we?" He asked as he gestured towards the interior of the tea house. There was conversation to be had and it wasn't fit for the street and all who might pass by. "I am eager for a quiet corner where we might talk." He paused, thinking for a moment. "Though I suppose there are few who would understand our native language? Or does magic affect that as well?"
He all but threw his hands up as his mind threatened to wander down a winding train of thought that tried to puzzle out how this realm worked.
Yes, right. Tea. The way Huaisang greeted him was like any other day they needed to converse outside of the meetings that the sect leaders held. It was painfully familiar and nostalgic, actually. And bittersweet.
"It is my understanding that the devices they give us allow us to understand others speaking in a different language," Cheng started. "But it's not likely very polite to ask if someone else has them on hand or not." They were seated with Cheng requesting a private booth for them.
They had lots to talk about, some more on Cheng's side, possibly, then on Huaisang's. Once tea and cakes were ordered, he turned to watch Huaisang for a moment. "I take it you have reunited with Mingjue? You're back in the Unclean Realm, then?" Did Huaisang find the room that used to be his? Had it been scrubbed or preserved? Those questions Cheng wasn't certain he should ask.
Huaisang arranged himself comfortably, hands resting in his lap. "I have and that was yet one more surprise upon arriving here. When I was brought here," he paused and glanced away for a moment to make certain the pleasant expression had not slipped, that his eyes gave away nothing he did not want revealed. "Well, I'm sure you understand. Or perhaps, you wouldn't? It would depend on when in your time you were brought here, wouldn't it?"
For all that he appeared fluff minded and with no more sense than the birds he collected, Huaisang did so very much detest being uninformed and at any sort of disadvantage. It had not been easy to convince all and sundry for years and years that he was entirely helpless. Such a charade had required that he be better informed than nearly everyone else. And even then he'd had to learn to think very quickly.
And here he was again, thrown into the thick of things with little to go on and having to think quickly once more.
"Please forgive if this is an intrusive question but at what point in your, er, timeline did you leave Lotus Pier?" The answer would inform Huaisang as to how free he could be with his own history. Though there was every chance that his other self had already revealed all. He barely managed to stifle a sigh of frustration.
Riley knew he needed to travel to where the real cold was to go ice skating but he didn't mind that. It was fun and something he always loved doing. And after his time spent with learning about the future and getting stronger? He really wanted to enjoy the winter because suddenly he understood why he always felt so much a part of it.
Of course he wasn't expecting to see Wanyin there. Skating over, he smiled brightly as he came to a stop at the edge where he could see him putting the skates on.
"Wanyin! Are you going to skate too? Do you want to with me?"
He heard the familiar voice and looked up. It was always nice to see Riley hale and whole and not looking like he was dead in his bed like he had been earlier.
"Riley! It's good to see you." He hadn't expected to see the young man and truth be told, he was happy that the other was here. "Yes, I was planning to. I had tried it last winter and it was nice."
The invitation had Cheng smiling bashfully. "I would like that, thank you. I found it isn't too different from maneuvering a sword but I did not get much practice before spring returned." Case in point, he stood up carefully and had to adjust his balance before he felt confident enough to walk with the skates on.
"Well then I'll help you out. You can count on me!"
He gave the man a salute then went closer to the edge so he could hold his hand out for him. While he wasn't at all strong, he wasn't really weak either. That was something that he'd learned during his little coma. The one he'd taken a few days before their first date together. One of many to follow, he hoped.
"I'm really good at it so I can teach you some tricks."
"Oh? We're into trickery now?" For him in his time, Tricky Things meant something different for Cheng. But he was content to be playful about it. The whole concept of dating these two Fae -both together and separately- was still a wholly alien thing for Cheng. This sort of thing never happened (as far as he could tell, being gentry) in his own world!
He took Riley's hand, noting how much smaller and slender it was compared to his callused one, and used most of his own strength to haul himself up. A small smile graced his face; the one used for public outings and addressing the masses. His carefree one was not for the public eyes. "Show me what you're good at, Riley." Double innuendo? Cheng would never confess!
It's several hours after Riley doesn't wake up before Will sends a video message to Jiang Cheng. Everyone else who needed to know what was happening lived in the hotel so... that really only left Wanyin.
On the screen, Will's face is pale and drawn. There's worry etched deep in his features and his eyes look so very old. In spite of that his eyes were bright like he's been crying? It's hard to tell in the sepia tones of the device's video feature.
"Wanyin," his voice was low and hoarse. "I'm afraid I have to postpone our date. Riley's..." He broke off, looking off-screen then back again. "Something's wrong with Riley."
Jiang Cheng hadn't been expecting a message. When he does see it, his face blossoms into surprise, then concern.
"What do you need from me? What can I bring?"
Yes, he may not have known them long, but he knows the Theerapanyakuls' and he was able to form a friendship with them. He wasn't going to be a fair-weather friend.
The question resounded in his head. It bounced and echoed in seemingly empty chambers and Will couldn't think of a single thing that would help ease this pain... or help Riley. There was a delay before Will choked out, "Can you... Would you just come here and be with me for a while?"
"Yes. Yes, of course. I will be there as soon as I can."
Because, you know...kingdoms and travel and stuff. Cheng brings the things he knows to bring his people some measure of comfort in situations like this and he arrives with a satchel and himself.
It's another few moments of direction before he makes it to where Will is. Everyone was unbalanced because of...whatever happened. What the hell happened? He would find out now that he was knocking on their door and announcing his arrival.
-working on Hotel California -slinking around Port Market and surrounding districts -attending coffee shop because caffeine keeps people alive! -hanging out at Pete's
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Kinn double-checked his list again. He discussed it with Waisu who indulged him. The old man didn't think any harm would come from it. Well, be as that may, he still ensured that the bone setter was close by considering his other close healer was... no longer on Nippon.
He and Porsche sat across from each other at the small table in their quarters, staring at each other. There was a carafe of whisky, a glass, and then a vial of the uki that Kinn had obtained. Kinn poured a measure of the drug out into the glass and left the rest stoppered so that he could give it to Silvio for a sniff test. He himself wafted the glass under his nose, trying to detect the odor. He passed the glass to Porsche to see if he could detect anything, too. Sighing through his nose, he added whisky to the glass and swirled it lazily.
"Ready?" They both had better be ready. Because it was happening. They needed to know how this affected a person and if there was any way to fight the effects.
This was a safe as it was going to get. Kinn was probably right in that the chances this had been laced were slim. Still, precautions had been taken. He watched in silence as Kinn set things up to his liking, only shaking his head in the negative after giving it a sniff himself.
"This is the stuff that they put in food and everything else?" His own memories of being roofied still fresh in his mind. It had lead to a night of amazing sex and broken the barrier that had been holding them back. But still .... given the choice.
Looking from the glass to meet and hold Kinn's gaze, Porsche set his jaw and gave a single nod. His usual smirking grin nowhere to be found. "As I'll ever be," he answered.
"Bottoms up!" He took the shot and then set the glass down. Of course he knew it would take a little bit of time for it to get into his system but he couldn't help counting down some seconds. "Well, look at that. I feel fine! Didn't work!"
He wanted to put the joke out there even though he knew full well that it was only a matter of time. Joking aside, he answered Porsche's question. "Yes. Tay and Wanyin were drugged with it. From what I gathered, Wanyin is familiar with it and chose to monitor Tay until it worked out of his system." He looked a little uncomfortable saying it. "He did have a girlfriend here, until recently. So Tay making moon eyes at him wasn't the best thing."
His arm was finally free! It stank like a water-bloated corpse but free! Once he had gotten home, Kinn was already washing the skin, trying to find the most scented thing in the hotel to do so. That was one thing he couldn't abide by and that was the fact the muscle atrophied--he was going to have a time getting it back into shape is his left hand but he was willing to get it done. Once dried and a shirt back on him, he eyed the few items in his room with his eyes zeroing on two items set next to each other on the one dresser: his magnum and the violin case. Picking up one, he chooses to head out, messaging his family where he would be. Kinn heads over to the coffee shop in Port Market, a little excited to enjoy the fresh air even if he was half frozen. The weight off his arm felt wonderful and part of him was puzzled over the fact that if he was lifting a cast on his arm, why would his muscles be sore and unused? Setting up at a table inside where it was warmer and with a fresh au lait on a saucer, he pulls the violin out to check the body, tune a few strings, and Rosen the bow. Moments later, he was playing This piece, humming the bits that weren't directly from the violin. It was good to be able to do this but his arm tired so easily! He could only hold it up for a few minutes at a time; just long enough for a song before he needed to set it down and drink some coffee and people-watch.
Part of Kinn's duties here was to keep his relationship with Vegas in good standing. With his arm freed from the cast, he decided that on one particularly brisk day that he and Vegas needed to go bond and have a meal together, just the two of them with no need to keep up any pretenses.
He decided on Lotus and Peony. The soup had been excellent and fitted with a spice that reminded him of home.
Layered up in winter clothes, he breathed into the fur collar of his coat, glancing over to Vegas.
"You're going to love this soup. Actually, anything here is delicious. And it'll keep us warm on the trip home, too."
Was Kinn actually taking him out to eat? Why, is the question burning in his mind. Sure, they're getting on well enough, but that's no reason to go out of their way to spend time together. Right? Well, free food is free food and it's nice to not be the one cooking every now and then.
"You come here often?" He seemed to know the menu pretty well, so it was a valid question. Vegas shoved his hands into his coat pockets and followed along as they approached. Well, the scent of food wafting on the air smelled good and Vegas could, indeed, get the sense of spice from that alone.
"I've been here a few times," Kinn admitted. "Wanyin's sister runs it, actually. She said one time that our food wasn't spicy enough for her so I wanted to see what she meant. Turns out this is just as good as Thai-Nippon spices basically suck."
Once within the establishment, they were seated and offered menus that were one page apiece. Kinn looked his over and then waited for Vegas to pick something as he requested tea.
The one temple that highlighted Buddha, Kinn traveled over to the Western Kingdom, following the address Vegas had given him. After Riley finally woke up, he felt he needed to come here-even though this seemed more like Porsche's deal, not his.
It was important to establish a presence here, anyway. Porsche wanted a real wedding. This was just the first step to give Porsche what he wanted.
His birthday party held more questions than answers, more specifically, about his brother. Kim had been acting oddly and at first Kinn thought it was just because of the celebration. Perhaps Kim had too much to drink. But as time passed, especially with the Lawan-Parks getting adjusted to married life and with Wanyin spending more time here at the hotel, Kinn wondered if something else wasn't going on.
Kim had opened up and it seemed like changes were happening, but then he shut down suddenly. At least as far as Kinn was concerned. Then hearing about the hangover episode, Kinn worried all the more. It was time to have a heart-to-heart and make certain there wasn't something weird going on that he needed to address before it backfired.
Holding a bundle that contained a fluffy sweater and scarf and on top some snacks, he knocked on the wood panel of the door and waited.
Kim had been keeping it pretty low key since the whole drunken episode, Will and Riley needed their time to do things with the two of them. Kim knew that and was letting them to that. Most of the time he was in his room, reading or working on songs. It was quiet, but sometimes Kim welcomed just quiet.
He was at the small table writing down ideas for songs in a note book, as of now he was doing small jobs singing for the cash to eventually get his own guitars. The knock on the door got his attention, he glanced up before closing the note book and making his way over to the door. He opened the door and for a second was confused as to why Kinn was there being as busy as he was, but stepped aside.
" What brings you up here?" flat tone very much like he was normally back home. Room was spotless though Kim cleaned the hell out of the place after the mess made during the bender days.
"My brother?" Kinn walked in and if he had a cursory glance around the room, he didn't look like he was. Instead, he takes the treats and bundles to set them on the table. "I haven't seen you in a few days and wanted to make certain you were doing okay."
And that was the elephant here. Was Kim doing okay? Kinn looks up, watching his brother. "Besides, I brought you some stuff."
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Jiang Cheng
Usual haunts for JC:
-Working at Sakuranbo as a waiter/server
-Dining at the Lotus and Peony where his sister makes SOUP
-Occassionally starting trips out to the Eastern Kingdom to visit new friends in Hotel California
-Going to try to go ice skating like he did last year!
If looking for something specific, feel free to message the journal or DM me at Aristastarfyr#8868 on discord!
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Cheng doesn't think he could, though, but he wants to try.
So meeting up at the entrance of the tea house, Cheng was still psyching himself up for this meeting. He hadn't seen Huaisang since he was thrown out of the Unclean Realm. Okay, that was a bit harsh. He was doing his best to keep an open mind. Hell, he didn't even know when Huaisang came from. He needed to find that out, maybe reveal that they were a thing here in Nippon and maybe he can move on from there. He still didn't know if he was going to tell Huaisang what had happened here. Maybe it was better that he kept that a secret. He could keep secrets. It was a lot easier when he didn't know about them.
And seeing him? Cheng stilled, staring at Huaisang for a long time-too long, actually. He tried to cover it with a smile and a salute. "Nie Zongzhu. It is nice to see you again."
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Though formalities aside, the other sect leader had a look about him that was unfamiliar to Huaisang. And of course he was curious about it's source.
"Jiang-zhongzhu," he greeted back with a salute of his own, his newly returned Shuixian clasped in his hand. "It is good to see you as well. Shall we?" He asked as he gestured towards the interior of the tea house. There was conversation to be had and it wasn't fit for the street and all who might pass by. "I am eager for a quiet corner where we might talk." He paused, thinking for a moment. "Though I suppose there are few who would understand our native language? Or does magic affect that as well?"
He all but threw his hands up as his mind threatened to wander down a winding train of thought that tried to puzzle out how this realm worked.
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"It is my understanding that the devices they give us allow us to understand others speaking in a different language," Cheng started. "But it's not likely very polite to ask if someone else has them on hand or not." They were seated with Cheng requesting a private booth for them.
They had lots to talk about, some more on Cheng's side, possibly, then on Huaisang's. Once tea and cakes were ordered, he turned to watch Huaisang for a moment. "I take it you have reunited with Mingjue? You're back in the Unclean Realm, then?" Did Huaisang find the room that used to be his? Had it been scrubbed or preserved? Those questions Cheng wasn't certain he should ask.
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For all that he appeared fluff minded and with no more sense than the birds he collected, Huaisang did so very much detest being uninformed and at any sort of disadvantage. It had not been easy to convince all and sundry for years and years that he was entirely helpless. Such a charade had required that he be better informed than nearly everyone else. And even then he'd had to learn to think very quickly.
And here he was again, thrown into the thick of things with little to go on and having to think quickly once more.
"Please forgive if this is an intrusive question but at what point in your, er, timeline did you leave Lotus Pier?" The answer would inform Huaisang as to how free he could be with his own history. Though there was every chance that his other self had already revealed all. He barely managed to stifle a sigh of frustration.
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Of course he wasn't expecting to see Wanyin there. Skating over, he smiled brightly as he came to a stop at the edge where he could see him putting the skates on.
"Wanyin! Are you going to skate too? Do you want to with me?"
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"Riley! It's good to see you." He hadn't expected to see the young man and truth be told, he was happy that the other was here. "Yes, I was planning to. I had tried it last winter and it was nice."
The invitation had Cheng smiling bashfully. "I would like that, thank you. I found it isn't too different from maneuvering a sword but I did not get much practice before spring returned." Case in point, he stood up carefully and had to adjust his balance before he felt confident enough to walk with the skates on.
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He gave the man a salute then went closer to the edge so he could hold his hand out for him. While he wasn't at all strong, he wasn't really weak either. That was something that he'd learned during his little coma. The one he'd taken a few days before their first date together. One of many to follow, he hoped.
"I'm really good at it so I can teach you some tricks."
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He took Riley's hand, noting how much smaller and slender it was compared to his callused one, and used most of his own strength to haul himself up. A small smile graced his face; the one used for public outings and addressing the masses. His carefree one was not for the public eyes. "Show me what you're good at, Riley." Double innuendo? Cheng would never confess!
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The day Riley doesn't wake up
On the screen, Will's face is pale and drawn. There's worry etched deep in his features and his eyes look so very old. In spite of that his eyes were bright like he's been crying? It's hard to tell in the sepia tones of the device's video feature.
"Wanyin," his voice was low and hoarse. "I'm afraid I have to postpone our date. Riley's..." He broke off, looking off-screen then back again. "Something's wrong with Riley."
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"What do you need from me? What can I bring?"
Yes, he may not have known them long, but he knows the Theerapanyakuls' and he was able to form a friendship with them. He wasn't going to be a fair-weather friend.
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Because, you know...kingdoms and travel and stuff. Cheng brings the things he knows to bring his people some measure of comfort in situations like this and he arrives with a satchel and himself.
It's another few moments of direction before he makes it to where Will is. Everyone was unbalanced because of...whatever happened. What the hell happened? He would find out now that he was knocking on their door and announcing his arrival.
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Kinn Anakinn Theerapanyakul
Usual Haunts for Kinn:
-working on Hotel California
-slinking around Port Market and surrounding districts
-attending coffee shop because caffeine keeps people alive!
-hanging out at Pete's
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Closed to Porsche -- NSFW Uki usage
He and Porsche sat across from each other at the small table in their quarters, staring at each other. There was a carafe of whisky, a glass, and then a vial of the uki that Kinn had obtained. Kinn poured a measure of the drug out into the glass and left the rest stoppered so that he could give it to Silvio for a sniff test. He himself wafted the glass under his nose, trying to detect the odor. He passed the glass to Porsche to see if he could detect anything, too. Sighing through his nose, he added whisky to the glass and swirled it lazily.
"Ready?" They both had better be ready. Because it was happening. They needed to know how this affected a person and if there was any way to fight the effects.
Re: Closed to Porsche -- NSFW Uki usage
"This is the stuff that they put in food and everything else?" His own memories of being roofied still fresh in his mind. It had lead to a night of amazing sex and broken the barrier that had been holding them back. But still .... given the choice.
Looking from the glass to meet and hold Kinn's gaze, Porsche set his jaw and gave a single nod. His usual smirking grin nowhere to be found. "As I'll ever be," he answered.
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He wanted to put the joke out there even though he knew full well that it was only a matter of time. Joking aside, he answered Porsche's question. "Yes. Tay and Wanyin were drugged with it. From what I gathered, Wanyin is familiar with it and chose to monitor Tay until it worked out of his system." He looked a little uncomfortable saying it. "He did have a girlfriend here, until recently. So Tay making moon eyes at him wasn't the best thing."
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Open to all! Location: Coffee shop in Port Market
Kinn heads over to the coffee shop in Port Market, a little excited to enjoy the fresh air even if he was half frozen. The weight off his arm felt wonderful and part of him was puzzled over the fact that if he was lifting a cast on his arm, why would his muscles be sore and unused? Setting up at a table inside where it was warmer and with a fresh au lait on a saucer, he pulls the violin out to check the body, tune a few strings, and Rosen the bow. Moments later, he was playing This piece, humming the bits that weren't directly from the violin. It was good to be able to do this but his arm tired so easily! He could only hold it up for a few minutes at a time; just long enough for a song before he needed to set it down and drink some coffee and people-watch.
Closed to Vegas --Lotus and Peony
He decided on Lotus and Peony. The soup had been excellent and fitted with a spice that reminded him of home.
Layered up in winter clothes, he breathed into the fur collar of his coat, glancing over to Vegas.
"You're going to love this soup. Actually, anything here is delicious. And it'll keep us warm on the trip home, too."
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"You come here often?" He seemed to know the menu pretty well, so it was a valid question. Vegas shoved his hands into his coat pockets and followed along as they approached. Well, the scent of food wafting on the air smelled good and Vegas could, indeed, get the sense of spice from that alone.
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Once within the establishment, they were seated and offered menus that were one page apiece. Kinn looked his over and then waited for Vegas to pick something as he requested tea.
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OPEN - to the Buddhist temple!
It was important to establish a presence here, anyway. Porsche wanted a real wedding. This was just the first step to give Porsche what he wanted.
Closed to Kim, Sometime January 16th- on
Kim had opened up and it seemed like changes were happening, but then he shut down suddenly. At least as far as Kinn was concerned. Then hearing about the hangover episode, Kinn worried all the more. It was time to have a heart-to-heart and make certain there wasn't something weird going on that he needed to address before it backfired.
Holding a bundle that contained a fluffy sweater and scarf and on top some snacks, he knocked on the wood panel of the door and waited.
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He was at the small table writing down ideas for songs in a note book, as of now he was doing small jobs singing for the cash to eventually get his own guitars. The knock on the door got his attention, he glanced up before closing the note book and making his way over to the door. He opened the door and for a second was confused as to why Kinn was there being as busy as he was, but stepped aside.
" What brings you up here?" flat tone very much like he was normally back home. Room was spotless though Kim cleaned the hell out of the place after the mess made during the bender days.
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And that was the elephant here. Was Kim doing okay? Kinn looks up, watching his brother. "Besides, I brought you some stuff."
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