Finally, everyone anyone knows about is accounted for, and they’ve gotten something to eat, so all Shang Beida wants is for him and more importantly Casper to get cleaned up and rest.
He wanders over to where Casper is sitting on the floor of the cafeteria—he has not let the younger man out of his sight for a moment since he found him drowning in the dark—and rests a hand lightly on his head. “Hey, 包内. Do you want to go get cleaned up?”
He's eaten... a little. He's been trying to rest, trying to talk to people to get himself out of this funk. It's fine. He's fine. He's not afraid of the dark and never has been, but that kind of dark... the dark of hopelessness? Yeah, he's afraid of that.
Dulled blue-green eyes follow the other as he wanders over to where he is. There's a question, and he wants to answer no - but he knows that's unreasonable. ... He really should. He hasn't even bothered to heal up his scrapes. "Uh... yeah." He pushes himself to his feet and squares his shoulders. He's fine. ... Right?
He drops his hand to Casper’s elbow, making sure the younger man is steady. “You think we can steal a bucket of water from the kitchen? They must have some to make all this, the shaved ice and all. We could at least, like… wipe down, even if we can’t bathe.” He pauses. “Man, I hope they fix the showers, I fucking miss showers.”
"Think I saw some showers being set up... near the cafeteria? Could go there." He hesitates and looks away. "Though I don't think there's really... dividers. And um. I don't... want people to see..."
It's not the whole 'naked' thing, it's the false leg thing. "... Sorry. I just don't want people to like... pity me or something?" His clothes need to be washed anyway, he could just shower in his clothes. It's fine.
Shang Beida manages to track down a free room that has a bed, and a couple of blankets. He fidgets with his talisman supplies for an unnecessary amount of time before sealing the door behind him and going over to the bed.
And actually... if he's going to sleep, there's no sense in wearing all the layers of his robes, particularly since the outermost is dirty. "I, um. I might take off some of my outer robes, if you don't... mind?" He doesn't look at Casper while he says it. He's not being weird! Well, okay, no, he's being very weird, he's always being weird, but he's trying not to be weird at his boyfriend!
"No, it's... it's fine. Of course I don't mind." He shrugs off his hoodie as well, hanging it on a somewhat pushed out piece of wood. It's there, so why not use it? He hesitates, wondering if shoes off or on would be safer here before just sighing and taking his shoes off. His foot vaguely hurts from having them on for so long.
Casper wanders over to the bed and sits, patting the mattress beside him. "... If you want to rest, I can take first watch. If you... mm. Well, it's hard to sneak up on me and I'm a light sleeper, so... I'm not sure. Do you think we need watches?"
Shang Beida takes off the outer three layers of robes, because just his inner robes will be the most comfortable, leaving him in just the light, almost translucent undyed silk of the innermost layer. He kicks off his shoes, drops his robes in a pile on the foot of the bed, and sits down next to Casper. "I, um. The door is sealed... I think we're probably safe? If you'd feel more comfortable taking watches I can do that, but... I think we're okay. And I think you need sleep more than me." Casper's the one who's really been through the wringer today. He leans over and kisses the other's cheek.
He leans against Shang Beida and sighs a little. He knows his boyfriend is right... it doesn't make it less difficult to not be paranoid, though. He wraps an arm around the other and closes his eyes. "I'm just... worried about you. I..."
Casper glances away and hangs his head. "I... I know I scared you. I just... I don't want to hurt you. I'm sorry... I'm just afraid that anything I do will hurt you. ... And I'm afraid that just being around me will hurt you, too." He doesn't really understand this whole 'cultivator' stuff... he just wants to make sure the other is okay.
Huh wha - he blinks in confusion at the question. They've been sharing a room lately anyway so... "Sure? Maybe yours since it's a little more isolated?"
Not that he's planning on doing anything that needs... isolation... but still!
"Yeah, it-- no neighbors. And yours has two." He flushes. Not that he wouldn't like to do things that would benefit from not having shared walls, but he's Not Rushing Casper. "And they're ages down the hallway from each other, it would be... inconvenient?" For him, who has gotten used to the reassuring safety of sleeping with his boyfriend?
They're not that far but he's still got a point. "I want to keep being curled up with you at night. And we can always use my room if something happens to yours." In a place like this, you never know. "... You're okay with that, right?"
Shang Beida rouses somewhat from his doze eventually. Apparently having... doing... sex? things? not sex but... not not sex? was tiring, who knew.
His face is pressed into Casper's neck, which is a very pleasant place for it to be, and he tightens his arms around his boyfriend before he actually thinks about whether Casper is awake and whether he wants to risk waking him if he isn't.
He really could probably do with a shower and some laundry, for like the best reason he has ever needed to do laundry in his life, but... boyfriend. Right here. All cuddly. He's less desperate to plaster himself over as much of his skin as humanly possible, but he still wants to just sort of permanently drape himself over his boyfriend like a very complicated rug.
"I can't believe you want to touch me," he mumbles. It still sort of seems like an unrealistically nice dream. Good things don't happen to him! Like, ever! But Casper is the best thing is the world, and he keeps happening to him! In increasingly... increasing ways!
He wakes as he feels movement against him, but it's... nice. He can tell who it is just by scent and he smiles at the other as his eyes flutter open. He tilts his head and presses a kiss to the other's cheek, letting out a long breath.
"I mean... I could say the same." He's a little sore and he feels that sticky aftereffects of sweat but... it's nice all the same. "Can't believe you're real..." Casper shifts a little bit and pulls away from Shang Beida for a moment just to stretch. "Should probably get something to eat..."
Shang Qinghua--Beida--whatever the fuck, who cares, he is going to go hide in a room that has a door and if Casper is in it that's great but he honestly does not have the bandwidth to wander around avoiding terrifying people in the hopes of finding his boyfriend if he's not there.
He heads into the room, strongly considering crawling under the bed and just hanging out there until he feels less like he's about to be horribly murdered.
Thankfully his boyfriend is in there and when he sees his boyfriend looking like that he stops and stares, standing up to pull the other into a hug if he wants it.
"Hey. Hey, schatzi. What's going on - what happened? You look like - you look really out of it..."
He leans gratefully into his boyfriend's chest and buries his face in his shoulder. "It's. Fine. There was just... a new guy, and he's some kind of... god-emperor who wants to kill empires or something. I'm fine." He's definitely absolutely fine and not clinging at all.
Um. Okay. That's. A lot. Good thing he didn't go poking at random peoples' power levels today. "I would recommend you stay away from that guy? At least until he chills out? ... Or like... as long as he's not aiming it at you, I guess." He would prefer no empires being blown up, but as long as it's not one he cares about...
But nope, picking up boyfriend and going over to the bed, sitting down with him in his lap. It is cuddle time. "Hey. It's okay to not be fine."
They get back to their room, intact and damp, and Shang Beida glances sidelong at Casper. "I should get out of my wet robes and hang them up," he says, being not remotely smooth. "I know you can't catch cold, but you should get out of your wet things too."
"Yeah, probably." He starts peeling his hoodie and shirt off, the sleeve whapping against the wall with a wet thunk. He pauses and laughs a little weakly before he separates the two with a little difficulty, setting them aside. He pulls his shoes off and his socks, working his jeans off of his hips before. Pausing.
... He knows he should take off his underwear too, but it's - uh. They haven't... entirely gotten there yet... hm.
Shang Beida snickers a little too at the wet slap, peeling his robes off one layer at a time, leaving a pile of qiankun pouches on the nightstand.
He... also stops at the thin silk pants that are his last layer. And he keeps glancing at Casper, but he can't decide whether he's allowed to look or not, but boyfriend. Cute boyfriend no clothes.
And he wouldn't really mind taking off his pants too, but Casper might? He's pretty sure Casper didn't even look when he was in the decontamination shower. Casper is not from Hell Fuckworld and is a lot. Shyer. He doesn't want to freak him out.
"Whatever you're comfortable with, baobei," he says quietly.
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If you inspect it, you’ll find a blue knitted scarf, and…what appears to be a very small sweater vest? It’s matching blue. It may take awhile bit to realize it’s…a sweater for Bob.
There’s no note or indicator to who the is from?? But it’s clearly for you both!
Casper, there’s a little box in front of your door this morning. Inside you’ll find a…what is that. A lump of wood? Close! It’s an amateurishly carved bird! A raven, actually. It’s a bit silly looking…it’s not well done by any means but there’s great care in it.
There’s no note, only a teal handkerchief that disperses in golden light once placed down. It’s pretty obvious who it’s from.
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He wanders over to where Casper is sitting on the floor of the cafeteria—he has not let the younger man out of his sight for a moment since he found him drowning in the dark—and rests a hand lightly on his head. “Hey, 包内. Do you want to go get cleaned up?”
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Dulled blue-green eyes follow the other as he wanders over to where he is. There's a question, and he wants to answer no - but he knows that's unreasonable. ... He really should. He hasn't even bothered to heal up his scrapes. "Uh... yeah." He pushes himself to his feet and squares his shoulders. He's fine. ... Right?
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It's not the whole 'naked' thing, it's the false leg thing. "... Sorry. I just don't want people to like... pity me or something?" His clothes need to be washed anyway, he could just shower in his clothes. It's fine.
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And actually... if he's going to sleep, there's no sense in wearing all the layers of his robes, particularly since the outermost is dirty. "I, um. I might take off some of my outer robes, if you don't... mind?" He doesn't look at Casper while he says it. He's not being weird! Well, okay, no, he's being very weird, he's always being weird, but he's trying not to be weird at his boyfriend!
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Casper wanders over to the bed and sits, patting the mattress beside him. "... If you want to rest, I can take first watch. If you... mm. Well, it's hard to sneak up on me and I'm a light sleeper, so... I'm not sure. Do you think we need watches?"
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Casper glances away and hangs his head. "I... I know I scared you. I just... I don't want to hurt you. I'm sorry... I'm just afraid that anything I do will hurt you. ... And I'm afraid that just being around me will hurt you, too." He doesn't really understand this whole 'cultivator' stuff... he just wants to make sure the other is okay.
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Morning day nine
Other than the fact that Casper has also been assigned a room, a considerable ways down the hall from his.
"Do you want to pick one of our rooms to share, baobei?" The question may or may not come out as casual as he'd like it to sound.
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Not that he's planning on doing anything that needs... isolation... but still!
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Anxiety is kicking in, Oh No.
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Later morning day nine
His face is pressed into Casper's neck, which is a very pleasant place for it to be, and he tightens his arms around his boyfriend before he actually thinks about whether Casper is awake and whether he wants to risk waking him if he isn't.
He really could probably do with a shower and some laundry, for like the best reason he has ever needed to do laundry in his life, but... boyfriend. Right here. All cuddly. He's less desperate to plaster himself over as much of his skin as humanly possible, but he still wants to just sort of permanently drape himself over his boyfriend like a very complicated rug.
"I can't believe you want to touch me," he mumbles. It still sort of seems like an unrealistically nice dream. Good things don't happen to him! Like, ever! But Casper is the best thing is the world, and he keeps happening to him! In increasingly... increasing ways!
Re: Later morning day nine
"I mean... I could say the same." He's a little sore and he feels that sticky aftereffects of sweat but... it's nice all the same. "Can't believe you're real..." Casper shifts a little bit and pulls away from Shang Beida for a moment just to stretch. "Should probably get something to eat..."
And water. Water would probably be a good idea.
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He leans forward to kiss Casper briefly. “Food is… probably a good idea. Mm. Don’t wanna move.”
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"We probably should. ... I don't want to push you into anything, but... we need to take care of ourselves."
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He heads into the room, strongly considering crawling under the bed and just hanging out there until he feels less like he's about to be horribly murdered.
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"Hey. Hey, schatzi. What's going on - what happened? You look like - you look really out of it..."
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But nope, picking up boyfriend and going over to the bed, sitting down with him in his lap. It is cuddle time. "Hey. It's okay to not be fine."
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that got longer than I expected it to
it is his Way
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if you encourage me I absolutely will not be stopped-- I mean evening day 19
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... He knows he should take off his underwear too, but it's - uh. They haven't... entirely gotten there yet... hm.
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He... also stops at the thin silk pants that are his last layer. And he keeps glancing at Casper, but he can't decide whether he's allowed to look or not, but boyfriend. Cute boyfriend no clothes.
And he wouldn't really mind taking off his pants too, but Casper might? He's pretty sure Casper didn't even look when he was in the decontamination shower. Casper is not from Hell Fuckworld and is a lot. Shyer. He doesn't want to freak him out.
"Whatever you're comfortable with, baobei," he says quietly.
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GIFT
If you inspect it, you’ll find a blue knitted scarf, and…what appears to be a very small sweater vest? It’s matching blue. It may take awhile bit to realize it’s…a sweater for Bob.
There’s no note or indicator to who the is from?? But it’s clearly for you both!
(Merry Christmas Casper~)
Gift!!
There’s no note, only a teal handkerchief that disperses in golden light once placed down. It’s pretty obvious who it’s from.
(Happy holidays!)