baraqiel assesses the group gathered. regards even kim. considers. the weasel glances over and chirps, once, in some sort of communication between it and its person. ]
... six would be a safe number. [ and he doesn't dislike anyone here. so. ]
[ shifting to sit up, baraqiel moves to undo the clasp, first, letting the cloak slip back along with the hood. he folds it up and sets it atop the undercloak, wings shaking out a little before refolding now that he doesn't have to worry about the cloak itself anymore.
the mask comes off next, gold dust flaking off his face and fading away in shimmers. ]
[ and, probably to the shock of absolutely no one in this curfew PC, here is your watcher. except he's already reaching up to wipe away blood from the gnarled scar that is his eye. ]
This is more tolerable than Cittàgazze, at least. But wearing the mask in here and bleeding at the same time is a trial in and of itself.
[ also unsurprising is the fact that xie lian clearly does not look surprised by this revelation of baraqiel's face.
he just smiles, reaching over with the edge of his sleeve, underneath baraqiel's eye and far from his injury, to carefully dab away some of the blood. ]
You're always so cold, so I can only imagine.
[ fuss fuss ] If you ever need to be asked, then I am happy to oblige - how nice it is, to see you.
[ what gay activity, it's just two dudes sitting no feet apart because they're not gay.
baraqiel tilts his head a little, frowning at xie lian using his sleeve to clean away blood. but he wisely does not say anything, and instead allows it, keeping very still so that he doesn't accidentally touch the injury itself. ]
I think it would only be under certain circumstances.
Then, how lucky we are, to be able to know you and see you in such a way.
[ there. he can't stop it, obviously, but it's a bit better. xie lian pulls his hand back and smiles at baraqiel. ] Oh - your braid, too!
[ and just. going to take the edge of the braid and move it off of baraqiel so he's not wearing a giant hair scarf anymore too!! stop doing this to yourself sir!!! he's like fluttering a little bit at the moment everyone gets to see baraqiel he's so glad. will smith poses. ] There.
En, I'm not inclined to unmask typically, even when asked. Truly lucky.
[ even with that said, baraqiel very obediently stays where he is and lets xie lian flutter around him, instead, taking the napkin that monika gave him and pressing it to where xie lian couldn't touch in his fussing. a small shift, and he makes it easier for him to get his hair scarf loose and out of the way, wing moving against his back so that the braid doesn't get stuck on it or his arm.
this is fine. he seems to very placidly enjoy the attention, as opposed to being dry and sarcastic and mean like usual. ]
after sorting himself out, he moves and flips his bigger braid off from where it's scarfed over a shoulder. it's almost knee length, even braided like this. you may investigate. ]
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...So if one of us asked you, despite there being a group of us. You could remove your cloak - and your mask?
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there's a pause. ]
...Would you be more comfortable if that was the case...?
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baraqiel assesses the group gathered. regards even kim. considers. the weasel glances over and chirps, once, in some sort of communication between it and its person. ]
... six would be a safe number. [ and he doesn't dislike anyone here. so. ]
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Then... Baraqiel, if you would be more comfortable, would you show us your true face?
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the mask comes off next, gold dust flaking off his face and fading away in shimmers. ]
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This is more tolerable than Cittàgazze, at least. But wearing the mask in here and bleeding at the same time is a trial in and of itself.
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she passes him a napkin for his eye but also
damn baraqiel you fine]
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[ he can produce some bandages and gauze and whatnot, but he needs to clean this up first.
the blood does not diminish the attractiveness. ]
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[She gives him a sympathetic smile. Sir, your impeccable chinese gay aura...]
We match, so...
[Their eye.]
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[ considering blood ]
Though I think we could get you a better one than that, later.
[
hey kyuu this is the second time we've matched in fall i'm losing it ]
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he just smiles, reaching over with the edge of his sleeve, underneath baraqiel's eye and far from his injury, to carefully dab away some of the blood. ]
You're always so cold, so I can only imagine.
[ fuss fuss ] If you ever need to be asked, then I am happy to oblige - how nice it is, to see you.
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baraqiel tilts his head a little, frowning at xie lian using his sleeve to clean away blood. but he wisely does not say anything, and instead allows it, keeping very still so that he doesn't accidentally touch the injury itself. ]
I think it would only be under certain circumstances.
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[ there. he can't stop it, obviously, but it's a bit better. xie lian pulls his hand back and smiles at baraqiel. ] Oh - your braid, too!
[ and just. going to take the edge of the braid and move it off of baraqiel so he's not wearing a giant hair scarf anymore too!! stop doing this to yourself sir!!! he's like fluttering a little bit at the moment everyone gets to see baraqiel he's so glad. will smith poses. ] There.
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[ even with that said, baraqiel very obediently stays where he is and lets xie lian flutter around him, instead, taking the napkin that monika gave him and pressing it to where xie lian couldn't touch in his fussing. a small shift, and he makes it easier for him to get his hair scarf loose and out of the way, wing moving against his back so that the braid doesn't get stuck on it or his arm.
this is fine. he seems to very placidly enjoy the attention, as opposed to being dry and sarcastic and mean like usual. ]
Thank you.
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after sorting himself out, he moves and flips his bigger braid off from where it's scarfed over a shoulder. it's almost knee length, even braided like this. you may investigate. ]
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You and Hairbun both, your hair is very long!
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Baraqiel gets a nod from where Kim's sitting.]
Good to see you.
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baraqiel settles in, and returns the nod. ]
Lieutenant. Did you get a solution to your request?
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