OPEN SEASON 2.

[crawly]

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2. provide a prompt.

☛ image, words, music, whatever you want.
☛ i like to think at least one of my three tumblrs has something interesting. (be warned that all three blogs contain nsfw material, including porn.)

3. gotta go fast.

☛ not actually. this is a permanently open post! tag at your own speed.

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[phaseshifted]

[it's a pretty tall building in a downtown area, a nice place with a front desk and a guy that looks like he's been dealing with too much shit in his life to take any from the people who come in. he eyes Hé Míng pretty skeptically, but showing him the data that Angel had sent (helpfully noting "show this to the person at the front") gets him to indicate the direction of the elevator, slide over a keycard, and mutter something about the top floor and the fourth door on the left.

sorry it's not that easy to come over to her place.]

[quatrain]

[ hé míng does look a little suspicious, alone and basically dressed like a teenager, but all he does is smile at the doorman before going up in the elevator.

fourth door on the left. he knocks, first, before pausing and then sliding the keycard through the slot. ]

[phaseshifted]

[it's a pretty spacious place, light colors, clean. some classy postmodern apartment with big windows that look out on the sky and the city below.

there are footsteps, and she makes her entry while pulling her hair back in a ponytail. dressed casually, smaller than her virtual self had been, with blue tattoos down her left arm, but her voice is more or less the same if one ignored the digital distortion.

Dad, I thought you were working late-

[she sees him and freezes, that stereotypical deer-in-headlights look, torn between wanting to bolt and asking him how on earth he got into her apartment. but...that person from a week ago? was it really?]

...Kopschi?

[quatrain]

What's up?

[ grinning, he waves, though he's close by anyway. ]

I brought the food... and myself.

[ he holds up the takeout bag. it smells good, and there's quite a bit of it. ]

Good as you expected?

[phaseshifted]

You actually came...

[she thought maybe he forgot, or had second thoughts, and she would not blame him for either.

what did people do in situations like this...]

Oh! Do you want to sit? I can get plates and things...

[and she darts off to get them, as though if she takes too long he's going to vanish, but comes right back.]

What do you want to drink?

[quatrain]

Of course. I said I would, didn't I?

[ he waits near the door while angel goes deeper into the apartment, swinging the bag back and forth idly. ]

Water's fine. Let me put these out on the table...

[ wherever the table is. please give him directions. ]

[phaseshifted]

[she almost runs back again but catches herself, gesturing for him to follow her. the table's more or less just around the corner, and she goes a bit farther to duck into the kitchen and grab two plates, plus two glasses of water.]

[quatrain]

[ she certainly seems excited, but he remembers her saying that she rarely has company. he keeps his most pleasant expression on as he lays the takeout boxes out, humming softly. ]

Let me just pop these open and we can eat. What do you think? It's your first Thai experience!

[phaseshifted]

It all smells really good!

[look, if she told him the full details of how rarely she has company aside from about three people she doesn't like, it would seem far too unbelievable to be true. better that instead she just put out the things she's gotten and peer curiously at the boxes, deciding she's going to have a little bit of everything.]

[quatrain]

I brought chopsticks, forks, and spoons. And a knife.

[ he holds it up with a smile as he pulls out a chair. ]

Go ahead. Oh, some of this stuff is kind of spicy...

[phaseshifted]

That's just fine.

[and she does take some of everything, pausing before she takes a bite.]

...Thank you. For the food and for visiting.

[quatrain]

It's my pleasure. I promised, didn't I?

[ whipping out his perfectly marketable smile again, he leans closer for a moment before he turns to the food. ]