✧ — four seasons green tea.

[boba]

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[transmit]

[ looks at clock. haki…

he lets out a soft breath. it's hard to tell what emotion it carries, his expression locked into a carefully stiff smile. ]

That was your cue to say you were and go check it out.

[ as time passes, it gets easier to steady himself, deep breaths evening out before he rolls his shoulders back into something resembling posture that feels more familiar. ]

… Is pity what's keeping you here? Or is it an inability to look away from someone who’s struggling? If I had to pick, I'd say neither sounds right.

[ like he's taunting an answer out of hien. ]

[selfconcept]

[ (・∀・)ノ

Hien looks at the smile, hears his words, and ]

"Do you really want to know why?"

[ calls him out, as if it'll be something Elysium doesn't want to hear. ]

[transmit]

[ he's already torched one relationship. what's another? ]

You look like you've been wanting to say something this entire time. Why hold back?

[selfconcept]

[ Hien doesn't say anything to that. Instead, he just holds out a hand towards Elysium. ]

[transmit]

[ he also doesn't have anything to put into this hand… he just looks at it. ]

[selfconcept]

[ Hien keeps holding out his hand, waiting and waiting. He doesn't care how stupid it makes him look.

But that's all he does. Wait. ]

[transmit]

[ elysium reaches out—but only to place something in hien's hand. it only becomes obvious what they are when he pulls his hand away.






they're feet pictures. ]

[selfconcept]

[ Hien looks down at the pictures.

... ... ...

??? ]

[transmit]

[ conveniently, they can be of his closest purgastory cr. you're welcome. ]

You're the one who had his hand out…

[selfconcept]

[ Hien cannot identify people by feet... so unless these are labeled, he wouldn't know whose feet these are. ]

"Is this your way of telling me you want pictures of mine..."

[transmit]

Yours are probably already in here somewhere.

[



dumps the rest of the feet pictures onto hien since in this universe i do not need to hold onto them to shitpost. ]

[selfconcept]

[ OKAY?

Hien looks through them some more. ]

"Some of you need pedicures. Jeez."

[transmit]

Yeah? Looks like you have something to keep yourself busy with, then. Good for you.

[ excuse him as he tries to

book it from this roof. as hien is distracted by feet. ]

[selfconcept]

[ He'll let Elysium go, but then he looks back at the pictures. What the fuck.


Okay. ]