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[forgingfires]

"You have contacted the great Red Son! Leave a message after the beep and keep it brief. If this is about a repair job, state the object and problem."

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[sangreine]

[ Saya flies over and lands on the beach, sighing as she sees the state of him. ]

[ She takes her boots off and sighs again. Her poor corset will never be the same. But she walks into the water, taking a seat and pulling his head into her lap, letting the waves wash over them. ]

[forgingfires]

[He's cooling than normal. Not cold, but cooler than normal.]

[He opens his eyes to look at her briefly and closed his eyes again.]

I didn't want to drag you guys into our mess.

[sangreine]

We know. But it's not dragging people into your mess when it effects them too, it's supporting each other. [ You know, that thing partners do. ]

I did talk to MK. We'll be fine. [ A brief change of subject to get him distracted. ] Things are pretty different now, but we're committed to being friends. We just have to figure out what that looks like.

[ When MK said that they're going to be sharing Red Son, she almost blew everything up. But she didn't. ]

[forgingfires]

I take it that's why you were there? [Macaque and him weren't talking that long.]

I'm glad. That you guys were able to talk. [Even if he can't look it now.]

[sangreine]

Mm, it was. We were cooking when there was a noise out back.

You won't be once I get comfortable. Do you have any idea the conspiracies against you we could enact if we got a mind to?

[forgingfires]

Conspiracies?

[sangreine]

I wouldn't want to spoil the surprise.

[ Look at this smile! Could you doubt this smile? ]

[forgingfires]

....

[There is a bit of steam as his hair tries to ignite even if it can't manage, with it logged with the ocean water.]

[sangreine]

[ See, isn't that more fun than sulking? ]

[ She starts working her fingers through his hair, wringing it out and trying to get some of the sand out. ]

Don't get too many ideas, he's not into me like that. Alas.

Porty definitely is, though.

[forgingfires]

The Party Boy?





He was busy.

[sangreine]

Yes, well. He doesn't seem to enjoy being idle.

...Don't tell MK about that, please. I don't want to make it weird.

[forgingfires]

No, he does not.

I won't. The clone can think for himself when he's out. Why not let him indulge?

[sangreine]

Thank you.

[ She keeps on trying to get the ocean out of his hair. ]

You want me to keep talking about other things for a while?

[forgingfires]

[It'll take a while. Usually the water just stems out of his hair, but it seems to be sticking like it would for normal hair. Which takes a while with how thick his is.]

Maybe. Everything feels carved out.

[sangreine]

All right... I can sing a bit. You're paying for the regains when I run out of songs I know and I need some new ones, though. [ Since she's plowing through them at an alarming rate. Alternatively, you could stop needing cheered up. ]

[ She breaks out an older French song which is kinda sad but pretty and peaceful. She couldn't sing it before since it's about a breakup, which isn't at issue. ]

[forgingfires]

I have some jazz songs on my phone. There's a number from New Orleans, so there's even a number in French.

[He would like needing to be cheered up, honestly.]

[The timeliness is certainly appreciated. He sighs, curling a bit more towards her as he listens.]

[After a minute, he reaches to take one of her hands in his.]

[sangreine]

Oh? Send them to me sometime, I'll bet Chipp and Nenonen would like them -- that's my spouse and their beau, he's from there. [ Or was before the Reaper thing. ]

[ He is welcome to her hand. Her spare one keeps working some of the less pleasant bits of ocean out of his hair. ]

[forgingfires]

Hm, Chipp's a new name. [He should probably get all their names. Its just good to know.]

[He runs his thumb over her hand. Silent for a while.]

I never wanted to say that last part.

I didn't want to say most of it, but...

I decided that part was a knife I should never use.

[sangreine]

Ah, Nenonen is the spouse. Chipp is their partner. He's the one from New Orleans which is why I said it in that order.

[ She considers that. ] Do you believe it?

[forgingfires]

Nenonen then. [Still good to know.]

I don't need to believe it to know it.

Out of everyone in our world, its the thing Wukong and I understand about each other. What its like to be given that gift. Ability wise, I can change into other people. Since that time, I haven't been able to, the thought of trying sends me into a panic. I would like to believe its life circumstances that make it so I can't think about breaking my word, but its also true the last time I did, it was to her, and I paid for it.

I got lucky. When the fire was removed, Nezha let father take me home. The thing that made me dangerous was gone, what harm was there in letting a child return home? I still had the collar, but without Guanyin to recite the spell, it only activated when my fire was too out of control.

And then I was able to remove it on my own.

Wukong was not granted that leniency.

[sangreine]

[ She takes a shaky breath. The subject of either of them being stuck in that sort of pain doesn't sit well. ]

How did his circlet come off?

[forgingfires]

He completed the journey with the monk and other pilgrims. Learned all the necessary life lessons and all that.

All that lovely character development that makes him such a well adjusted person these days.

[sangreine]

[ He might be able to feel her disapproval with the sarcasm. Especially since Red Son just said that he knows he was tortured into that development. ]

[forgingfires]

The sarcasm is directed at Heaven's standards.

[sangreine]

--Ah. Okay. [ Good. ]

So why did you say it? Other than being pissed off. It seemed more like you were on a roll than actively trying to hurt him.