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[godofdust]

You've reached Guizhong! I'm probably busy, so leave me a message, won't you?

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[forkeroni]

[Boothill could still see the internal warnings that came with losing a damned arm. Wires and segments had been yanked apart, so while the automatic shut down of his body halted a lot of his vital fluids from leaking out completely, it was still a bit sluggish. It also still too some time for their crew to even get back to the city, so Boothill was definitely a lot worse for wear than he wanted to be. But it could also have been so much worse.

Still, he needed this fixed now and he really only trusted one person in this damned place to do that and he currently rapt his knuckles on her door, bright blue fluid dribbling slowly onto the floor. He leaned against the doorway, his busted arm tucked underneath the one still attached.]

[godofdust]

[Not expecting any visitors and knowing few who would call on her without first calling ahead, Guizhong moves to the door fairly swiftly and opens it expecting to find Zhongli there, or perhaps Wriothesley or Asami.

Instead, she gets a very rough-looking cyborg with oil and other internal fluids soaking down his torso and dripping onto the hallway floor, and her hands immediately fly to her mouth.]

Boothill?

[Oh, of all the..?! It takes a moment for her to recognise that the arm he's carrying is his.]

What happened to you? What are you doing here?

[She takes the arm off him and then gets in under the one he still has attached, taking him into the sitting room. Guizhong appears to keep a clean house, though it's only because most of her mess is confined to the space inside the large, ornate teapot sitting on the coffee table.]

Sit. Sit down. Let me-- Oh, where to even start--

[forkeroni]

's kinda a long story, Miss Guizhong.

[Honestly, he felt really bad now that she was at the door and fussing over him. But he was also just so damn tired by now. His brain actually ran on some of that blue fluid, after all, and it wasn't getting a lot at the moment. Just enough to keep him "alive".]

Sorry for not callin' sooner. Just uh... holy forkeroni, when's the last time I... Nevermind, uh...

[He sat down, rubbing his face. His thoughts were sluggish and all over the place.]

Needed help, Miss Guizhong. Yer the only one I trust to... to... [He weakly gestured to his shoulder and the arm in her hands.] reattach that. If it's not too badly damaged.

[godofdust]

[She looks exasperated for a moment. He could have gone anywhere else - even the Research Centre would have been equipped to take care of this - and yet... he's here now, and hardly looks in any condition to be moved anywhere else.]

All right. All right.

[First thing's first...

Guizhong lifts his hat off his head and places it on top of the teapot, sets the arm down, then she shifts some cushions on one end of the couch and urges him to lay down.] On your side, let's try and stop this leaking... [She sits down next to him and gently moves his hair away from his face, then catches her lower lip between her teeth as she looks over the damage to his shoulder.]

This blue fluid - what is it?

Holiday Present Delivery

[soundsperfect]

[Guizhongs got a new set of tools (cause you can never have enough spares) and a miniature airship that she can dismantle and build.]

Event - Wrapped in Gold

[forkeroni]

[Boothill looked down at himself once he noticed the glow. The biggest one was on his chest, at his heart. It seemed to come out of the seams of his metal body. Actually, all of his joints and parts where things could be connected were glowing faintly. His lips curled in distaste.]

Now what in tarnation is this s'pposed to be? I ain't s'pposed to glow, I ain't no firefly.

[godofdust]

It's not- oh!

[Guizhong is glowing as well. Her steps falter as she looks down at her body, a shining line slashed across her entire torso from hip to shoulder. She puts her hand to it with a troubled frown, then reaches out to take Boothill's hand in hers.]

It... it must just be part of the tests. We'll manage.

[forkeroni]

[He can't help but let his eyes linger on that slash across her body like that. Boothill had an idea what that was now that he got a different example of the same phenomenon. But, instead of saying anything, he nodded and lifted her tiny hand in his to pat gently.

Then, they moved forward toward the old castle ahead. A heavy feeling began to sit on him the closer they got, a feeling he was all too familiar with. Boothill clenched his jaw and ignored it for now.

Until...

`Is your time here really more important than your hunt? What would she think?`]

What the fork-?!

[That was his voice.]

[godofdust]

[She tries not to think about it, but he might see the way she brushes her hand against the glow as if she's trying to remove it. When he pats her hand she looks up at him with a weak smile.

Guizhong isn't afraid, but it's difficult to not feel ill at ease as they get closer to the castle. She jumps slightly when he suddenly speaks up, having grown used to the silence, and frowns at him slightly in confusion.]

What is it..?

text // un: gambler

[dregs]

{ it's not too late in the evening when she'll get a message, probably some time after dinner. it may or may not have taken him a bit of time to track down her info to contact her after grilling boothill on this beforehand, so hopefully she can excuse just getting a message out of the blue. }

Evening, Miss Guizhong.
I'm not sure if my good friend Mr. Boothill has mentioned me before or not, but I'm Aventurine. I didn't want to just call out of the blue, but I figured getting to know yourself as someone close to him would be most favourable.

Feel free to tell him I've been in contact, but I'd rather go through an idea with you first as I thought it may be a nice surprise. What do you say?

{ he has two ideas in mind, and it'll depend on how she responds and how quickly she does with which one he goes with tbh. }

[godofdust]

I'm afraid he hasn't mentioned you at all.

What is your idea?

[dregs]

And here I thought he'd missed me. { he did not } In that case, it's a pleasure to meet you Miss Guizhong. I'd first heard about you from Boothill at the auction, but was unaware of how close you were until I saw you both together in hell. It seems my good friend was too embarrassed to tell me the truth.

As for the idea, we're all currently at the spa for a much deserved break. Tomorrow is our last day, I'd love to invite you to join us for the day. I'm happy to pay for your package for the day. All you'd need to do is turn up. I think it would be quite the nice surprise for him.

[godofdust]

Oh! That's so kind of you. I'd be glad to join you.

{Video; UN: orchid}

[xiyun]

Guizhong! Guizhong! I found a dress shop~ {Someone is very excited. The grumpy faced grey cat at her feet looks less enthused.}

Do you want to visit it with me?

[godofdust]

[Oh no, that cat is just too cute.]

How could I say no to an offer like that? Where is it?

[xiyun]

{Isn't he? Xiao Lanhua is head over heels for him!}

In Nightwake! If you meet me at the cafe beside the apartments, I can show you the way!

[godofdust]

All right! I'll be there as soon as I can.

[Girl date girl date girl date!]

[Voice to Text]

[forkeroni]

Hey, darlin'.

'm gonna need ya to come down to stables with all the tools y'can muster. And I'd like ya to not be upset by what'cha see.

's a long story and I don't really wanna talk 'bout it right now. My charge is too low fer it.

[When she does get down to the stables, she'll find Boothill laying against Taima's chest (who was also laying down), a charging cable running from his lower back, over the horse's hindquarters, and connected to the wall. But, that wasn't the alarming part, of course.

It was the fact that his arm had been ripped out of the socket, the same arm as last time. It was laying on the ground nearly his sprawled legs, his side covered in dried blue blood. He looked worse than the first time it happened, blue blood splattered in other places before the main injury, hair completly disheveled. His eyes were pulsing slightly as he charged, but also as the warning system blared silently in front of his eyes of the egregious injury and loss of blood, half closed as he "rested" but alert enough that they opened further once he heard Guizhong arrive.]

[godofdust]

[The text is very cryptic, but enough to worry her and spur her into some very quick action. She gathers everything she can think she might find useful and even a few things she might not, shoves everything into a couple of bags, and heads out to the stables immediately.

When she walks in and sees him sitting there every trace of colour immediately drains from her face. He'd see the way her posture shifts, straightens, how she deliberately steels herself against asking when he told her not to, against any show of visible upset because he asked her not to be, and she marches over to him in silence.

The bags are set down, opened, and then she picks up the disembodied arm and checks the connections where it had been torn from his body. Her face is paper-white, but she says nothing while she examines the limb, just glancing at him briefly before she leans in to look over his shoulder as well.]

This is worse than last time.

[For several reasons.

Her voice sounds strange. Distant. Detached. Her brow furrows a little, then she turns away to start rummaging for tools.]

[forkeroni]

Yeah, it is.

[He knew it was unfair to ask her to not be upset, and he can see the strain it puts on her. But, he really couldn't deal right now. Not when he could still see the way Castorice went down, followed not too long after by Tribbie. Boothill hardened his heart to a great many things since he began his vengeful journey.

But people dying who shouldn't have to, kids dying... that was something he could never stop feeling a way over. Boothill could never. What's worse was the tears that ought to have come could not, could never. He couldn't properly cry over theor deaths anymore, the fact that they'll return in a few days didn't matter.

But, despite what he asked her to do, Boothill couldn't resist reaching over as best he could to run his knuckles gently across her pale, white cheek when she was done rummaging through her tool bag.]

'm sorry, darlin'.

[godofdust]

[She flinches slightly and looks over at him when he touches her. Her fingers curl over his hand, squeeze it gently, then push it away.]

I can do what you asked, but you need to let me.

[Don't try to comfort her. Not when he had asked her to not be upset. That isn't fair.]

There'll be time for apologies and everything else later. All right? I need to get this attached before you bleed out.

text | un: gambler | backdated to ???? sometime early march probably are you ready for drunk texts

[dregs]

On a scale of 1 to 10
How worried were you about kissing Boothill the first time
Do his teeth hurt
Actually
no
wait
When did you realise you wanted to?

{ sorry guizhong, it's one of those nights. }

[godofdust]

[It does not take her long to realise Aventurine is probably drunk.

But that's fine.]

I don't think I did 'realise' like that?

Kissing him the first time was an entirely impulsive decision.

[dregs]

{ since it doesn't normally break up his texts like he's slapping down thoughts like they're going out of style--no. not difficult. }

I bet
He looked stupid
Ly surprised after

video | un: gambler

[dregs]

{ thankfully he is not drunk this time, and while this may be out of the blue he's going with a video to showcase some form of vulnerability with guizhong on this. it's not exactly certain it'll be a big deal at all. over time his memory has bits that are foggy, but he wants to at least see for himself how he looks with the genderrings (why else would he have bought them) but there's a question in the back of his mind whether he'll look in the mirror and be triggered by memories of his sister.

maybe it'll just make him feel closer to her again. he doesn't know. }

Good afternoon, hopefully this isn't a bad time?