"Ah, since this is to be my mailbox... You've reached Cynbel Lightfoot! Please leave a return address, and I will reply or return your message back to sender as soon as I can."
[He totally is, and he approaches at a jog once he spots her. His voice is tired when he speaks, though still a bit petulant. He doesn't want to fight with her, but he really thinks he's in the right on this.]
It would have been faster if you'd just told me where to meet you, Miss Yang.
[And despite all his talk about being totally fine, there's quite a few dark bruises on his legs and arms. The rest of him is covered in clothes, and there's no way to tell if there's more.]
[ She straightens a little, beckoning him closer with a finger crook. She hasn't missed those injuries, not at all. Outwardly, she looks fine, although she's favoring one leg a bit. ]
[No, no, he doesn't want to make up yet, he wants to be right and make it better on his own!!
But he steps towards her anyway, if only to look at that leg she's favoring more closely. If she grabs him when he's in reach, well, he won't fight her off.]
You aren't going to get angry with me for finding you?
[Noooo, hugging!! His one weakness (out of like a hundred).
Despite all the fuss he's been causing, he lets her grab him and just relaxes against her. She's alright enough to be this bossy, so it's fine to calm down, right?]
[ which isn't much, she knows, but when big sister instincts activate, she's got to fuss just... incrementally. Which she does by just hugging him tighter. ]
[He lifts his arms up around her once she starts squeezing him properly, because as annoyed and worried as he's felt, she's making it clear she felt the same. It would be cruel to keep being angry with her for much longer.]
They will heal.
[And he hides his face in her side, not letting her get a look at his expression. His soft voice will probably give her enough of a clue, anyway.]
[ He really was that worried, huh? Yang may be the teasing sort, but she knows when it's time to be serious, so she just moves one hand to the top of his head, smoothing down his hair. ]
Definitely. I'll be as good as new before you know it.
[He really was. Cynbel doesn't do real affection by halves, so he doesn't really understand staying calm in these kinds of situations. It's a big flaw.
He lets out a sigh and nods, relaxing when she pets his hair.]
In that case, I'm glad. It wouldn't do to lose you dancing skills so early, now, would it?
[It's a bad joke, but it might ease the tension here.]
[But yes, let's go inside, and on the way he'll loosen up his grip so she's not carrying his weight. He sees that limp, but it's small enough and she's made her point, so he'll keep his mouth shut.]
[ Thank you, Cynbel... she'll make it inside and bring him into the apartment proper, where three other people live and where there are corgi pillows everywhere. ]
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[ Yang Xiao Long, Tough Love at its finest. Although if he's looking, he'll actually find her outside her apartment, just propped against the side. ]
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It would have been faster if you'd just told me where to meet you, Miss Yang.
[And despite all his talk about being totally fine, there's quite a few dark bruises on his legs and arms. The rest of him is covered in clothes, and there's no way to tell if there's more.]
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C'mere, you.
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But he steps towards her anyway, if only to look at that leg she's favoring more closely. If she grabs him when he's in reach, well, he won't fight her off.]
You aren't going to get angry with me for finding you?
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[ But she does loop an arm around his neck to haul him in once he's closer. ]
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Despite all the fuss he's been causing, he lets her grab him and just relaxes against her. She's alright enough to be this bossy, so it's fine to calm down, right?]
Like what? I told you, it's nothing serious.
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[ which isn't much, she knows, but when big sister instincts activate, she's got to fuss just... incrementally. Which she does by just hugging him tighter. ]
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They will heal.
[And he hides his face in her side, not letting her get a look at his expression. His soft voice will probably give her enough of a clue, anyway.]
Will yours?
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Definitely. I'll be as good as new before you know it.
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He lets out a sigh and nods, relaxing when she pets his hair.]
In that case, I'm glad. It wouldn't do to lose you dancing skills so early, now, would it?
[It's a bad joke, but it might ease the tension here.]
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[ she's about 92% sure. ]
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[Because wow, his face sure was something.]
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Well, he should still get a better hat, and he won't have to almost cry about it!
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... But later. Right now, you and I are going to chill.
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If you get a cold, I shall be very cross with you again, you know.
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Oh!
[...And then he starts looking confused, because what? That's weird.]
That is a very strange way to phrase it, but I can go along with the idea, at least.
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[It still sounds kind of silly, but he gets it.]
However, perhaps we ought to do so inside, before you catch the other kind of chill.
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[But yes, let's go inside, and on the way he'll loosen up his grip so she's not carrying his weight. He sees that limp, but it's small enough and she's made her point, so he'll keep his mouth shut.]
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Want a seat?
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