[ Angry rabid raccoons fighting for the last moldy hamburger bun; the battle is fierce, loud and the sounds of chaos cannot be contained by the theater room's doors. Even out in the lobby the noise level pierces through and reaches their ears. Indignant shrieks and blood-curling screams almost seem endless causing Xingqiu to question Chongyun's assessment. ]
That's love? Looks like obsession to me.
[ Recalling those candid photographs of Natori all across the freckled brunette's journal, he can't help a shudder. Women alone weren't frightened, anyone could be when crazed infatuation leads to disregarding others' comfort and solely acting on impulse. There is a word for people that go to such lengths to know everything about a person, to maniacally learn every detail about them — and boy did he hear enough about Natori today in whispers.
A nod is all he can muster, there is no use in lingering here. Xingqiu barely got a grip on the story and there is no way they will be seeing its conclusion.
Before taking any steps towards the door, he reaches out to wipe at the grease that cakes Chongyun's fine features. It's a shame, after all the trouble the exorcist went through in selecting an outfit for the occasion yet butter does little to diminish good looks. A handsome face remains a handsome face. Maybe he should lean in and seal their lips together, reward Chongyun for his effort. Xingqiu doesn't. Another loud shriek and at the door of the theater room stands that red-haired girl. A blossoming blackeye forming and yet she is ready to continue fighting.
"He is mine!"
And that's fine. Xingqiu thinks she can have Natori, he doesn't want him! He grabs Chongyun's hand, it's time to run. ] Yeah, sure. Nice! Let's just go, let's just go.
[ No matter what, that is a fight he cannot win. If he beats her up and subdues her then he would have beat up a young teenage girl; if he does nothing then he would be beaten by an unarmed untrained teenage girl. Yeah, he is out. ]
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That's love? Looks like obsession to me.
[ Recalling those candid photographs of Natori all across the freckled brunette's journal, he can't help a shudder. Women alone weren't frightened, anyone could be when crazed infatuation leads to disregarding others' comfort and solely acting on impulse. There is a word for people that go to such lengths to know everything about a person, to maniacally learn every detail about them — and boy did he hear enough about Natori today in whispers.
A nod is all he can muster, there is no use in lingering here. Xingqiu barely got a grip on the story and there is no way they will be seeing its conclusion.
Before taking any steps towards the door, he reaches out to wipe at the grease that cakes Chongyun's fine features. It's a shame, after all the trouble the exorcist went through in selecting an outfit for the occasion yet butter does little to diminish good looks. A handsome face remains a handsome face. Maybe he should lean in and seal their lips together, reward Chongyun for his effort. Xingqiu doesn't. Another loud shriek and at the door of the theater room stands that red-haired girl. A blossoming blackeye forming and yet she is ready to continue fighting.
"He is mine!"
And that's fine. Xingqiu thinks she can have Natori, he doesn't want him! He grabs Chongyun's hand, it's time to run. ] Yeah, sure. Nice! Let's just go, let's just go.
[ No matter what, that is a fight he cannot win. If he beats her up and subdues her then he would have beat up a young teenage girl; if he does nothing then he would be beaten by an unarmed untrained teenage girl. Yeah, he is out. ]