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It is. But he could be immortal a hundred times over and his blood wouldn't be worth hurting you over.

... you can be honest. I wouldn't have brought it up if I didn't want to hear what you think.

[It would be good for her. It could do a lot to help her potentially. His blood was full of so much ridiculous nonsense, who knows what it might do for her.]

[But he knew how intimate her drinking was when she wasn't doing it as an in the moment necessity. How much it meant to her emotionally.]

[The thought of Sun Wukong sharing that with her, of that simian being so close to her-]

[The pen in his hand ignites and explodes, snapping him out of the near trance he was in, jerking back as ink splatters over his notes and his arm.]

[...goodness. She slowly steps closer and rests a hand on his shoulder. That reaction was a lot. ]

.....ah.

So that's what jealousy feels like.

Yeah, I thought that looked familiar. [ She's never exploded a pen but sometimes the feeling has been strong enough that it wouldn't be out of the question. ]

I can carry some of the blood packs you made with me, so I don't have to drink from him at all, if you prefer that.

[ Use your words, please. No more blowing shit up. ]

....

[He swallows.]

Yes.

Yes, I would prefer that.

I know I said I didn't want to be a limitation for you, but when it comes to Sun Wukong, the thought is...

[He raises his ink covered hand.]

[ She grasps his ink coated hand tightly. ]

I don't mind some limits if it's important to you. I just need to know what they are.

[ Like is she allowed to get drunk and gossip with Wukong, or... ]

[He takes a breath.]

[Lets it out.]

[Its a bit shuddery.]

[He does it again.]

I don't want you drinking his blood if you don't have to.

Obviously never endanger yourself to avoid it, but-

Then I won't. [ Simple as that. And she understands why, especially given her reaction when she did drink his blood, necessarily. ]

Do you mean blood drinking specifically, or is it being close to him at all that bothers you? [ Not like in a trying to seduce him way, she's clear on that. ]

He's living here, so I thought it would be fine to get to know him. But...

[That he has to]

[Think on.]

[A while longer. Though at least he doesn't blow up another pen.]

That is harder to say, but...

I know Wukong is always going to be important to the Noodle Boy. And the Dragon Girl does care about him, even if I'm unclear how close they are.

And...

There are only so many reasons my parents would be at the beach with him present. Three that I can think of.

One is gratitude in being saved from the scroll.

Two is I asked them to give me time finally.

Or thre, father found he missed his brother more than he felt hurt by him.

Or a combination of the three.

But if father is allowing Wukong to get close, I should...get used to him being close to those who are close to me.

It could be a combination of all three reasons. I hope so. [ Red Son needs and deserves to have relationships outside his family. Even if they are heroes. ]

What you should do and what you want might not be the same thing right now. I want to respect that. I'm not great at keeping my distance [ in fact she sucks at it ] but I can do it.

I won't drink blood from MK either, then? [ She just assumes it's going to be the same thing. Please don't blow anything else up. ]

..... [He has to think about that.]

[MK drinking from Saya is]

[Hum.]

You can drink from MK.

As long as you record and share asking him the first time.

Sorry, he already offered. I didn't have to ask. [ C'mon, you can't be surprised. He's kindness incarnate. ]

I'll limit it to emergencies. [ Or cases of amnesia oops ]

[He huffs.] How disappointing. [A pause.] Though he may not realize what he signed up for. My impression was his social life doesn't extend much further than his friends and Mei laughed for a solid fifteen minutes when I asked if they were dating. Everyone else is very...parental.

But when it comes to Noodle Boy, I don't...really mind.

Part of my complicated feelings for him was based on the fact I liked him while under the impression my parents would never approve of our friendship and that was...

Painful to think too much about.

But I don't feel jealous of him.

[Ultimately, he doesn't associate MK with taking away his loved ones.]

Edited 2023-08-10 21:21 (UTC)

[ She nods. ~~The moral of this story is clearly that she should seduce MK and tell him Red Son sent her!~~ ]

All right, if you're sure. And if you change your mind, let me know. These things work best when people talk, even when that's hard to do.

[~~I mean, Saya DOES like Spicynoodles-~~]

I will. Just...

MK may be Wukong's successor, but the feelings are very different.

...

I'm not going to oppose being friends with Wukong. It'll be an adjustment, but I know my father, at least a bit in these matters. He...

He is not as hard in heart as mother. I don't think he could stand to be around Wukong without things giving one way or another.

And I wish to believe the truce will continue. Selfish, perhaps, but I do.

And you will have more patience for my adjustments than father and I do not know how the Noodle Boy would react to something more than the occasional barb.

Edited 2023-08-10 21:44 (UTC)

Your mother probably took the betrayal harder, I find it's always harder to forgive actions taken against the ones we love than the ones taken against ourselves.

... It's not selfish to want friends. Your parents know what you did for your family, and what that cost you.

But yes, I'll always have patience with you. As you have with me.

Oh, my mother will absolutely never forgive Wukong, but if she was convinced to humor father and I, then she is quite adept at keeping her feelings to herself when she wishes to.

[He rubs his arm, looking down at the ink stained paper.] I...

I want to believe my desires would sway them. If only for a time, at least. [It's hard to figure out how much they would give with him for certain. But he wants to believe it. Desperately.]

So...it would be good practice.

Feeding from him is too much, but I should manage that much.

If you think so. And if that changes, let me know. I want you to be comfortable telling me when something bothers you without me needing to ask.

It wasn't easy for me to say no when he offered, but I suspected you might feel this way.

It's not as if I am known for keeping my complaints to myself. [Usually, anyway.]

....thank you. I know it isn't easy, and I really don't want to be an obstacle, Wukong is just...

It's less baggage as a suitcase emporium.

I know. I've been there. But they're all dead, so the chances of me meeting them here are quite slim.

You're not an obstacle, at least not in a way that upsets me. I more wanted to make clear that in case of any odd effects this place might have, I might be tempted into going against it. Lowered inhibitions tends to be a favorite here.

Considering the inconsistency of time, that may not be the case.

....ah.

That's true.

[ She holds her breath for a second, and lets it out slowly. ]

I need to believe it's not possible. If I think it is then I won't be able to breathe. [ Red Son saw one tiny fraction of her grief over her one Chevalier, and that was the easier one (Riku had a worse death, but she hadn't loved him for two centuries). ]

[ Removal of her inhibitions is honestly a much cheerier topic. ]

I'll make all efforts to keep control of myself, but you've seen what immortal blood does to me when I'm unrestrained.

... [He turns his hand and grips hers.]

[Sorry about the ink.]

Yes, I remember. [Considering he went out of his way to exploit that fact.]

[...okay, actually, he might have to keep that in mind as a back up plan. If Saya goes berserk again and gets out of the place before he could deal with her, having Wukong nearby would probably be a good idea. He'd probably draw her in a half block away.]

I won't hold altered states of mind against you.

At least not long.

My temper does like to flare up, but it is usually quick to burn out.

[ Like she cares about ink. She's grateful for the comfort, especially knowing how hit-or-miss he is with it. Plus, she can make handprints on something later. ]

I could hardly blame you for being upset. Emotions aren't as easy to control as we'd all probably prefer. [ The late pen would probably agree with this assessment. ] And a little well-earned anger over something I already know you'd be upset over won't surprise me.

...I'd be careful if you're planning to bring this up with him, though. He might put it in a way that makes you angry. His wording with me.... let's say it could have been better.

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