after all of that, fei du can be found innnn the ikea. he's sitting in a chair tucked away a bit, a green jacket slung around his shoulders, and most importantly, there's soft music playing from his phone that's sitting on his lap.
his eyes are closed, but, at least it doesn't look like he's asleep or anything! hello ]
[tags this fastly before i have to make all my other ones
It's so funny, D is just gliding through Ikea toward the melodious sounds of Josh Groban's voice like a murder trial didn't just happen. T-chan is not with him funnily enough; it's only him. He stops in front of Fei Du, watching.]
It didn't look like you had a very good time there at the end, President Fei.
by the time d gets close, the music has stopped - he pauses it when he feels someone coming close, and his eyes open, refocusing back on the person in front of him.
and, well. he huffs a little. ] I think the stress might've gotten to me. [ okay. very lightly teasing - ] Were you concerned...?
If there was ever a time to poison me, I guess now would be it. I might not be able to keep it down long enough to die.
[ that is not funny
but he ducks his head a little in a nod, with a slight smile, thankful. ] I'd like that. As for a ghost - no. Just more blood than I really had prepared myself for. Despite my studies, I don't front face crime scenes so often.
Mm. [He is thoughtful for a long moment, not really looking at Fei Du so much as their direction.] I knew a detective very well back home. He was not like Mr. Luo, however.
He was a boorish womanizer. American, loud, aggressive, always sticking his nose where it didn't belong.
Well, I wouldn't write Wenzhou off so much on a lot of that. He is very good at sticking his nose where it doesn't belong.
[ that's like one of his main character qualities. fei du sounds, if you squint, affectionate when he says it, if not amused. ] How do you two know each other?
[Nose sticking. Not them both sound very faintly endeared by two idiots.]
I sold an actor a lizard, one of many, after he came into my shop for more, and it was tragically found dead with him. Poor dear, she was one of only few left…
The detective was investigating the case and tried to accuse me of selling a venomous lizard that killed him, but it was a medusa. They are not venomous.
In the end, the actor had committed suicide. The detective, however, kept coming to the shop many times after to try finding evidence to accuse me of criminal activity. I’m insulted, frankly.
[D gives Fei Du a quick, bewildered look. He tuts under his breath.]
Nonsense. That man? He couldn't keep his eyes off any woman he saw. Once, he came in while I was being unnecessarily accosted and propositioned, so I threw myself at him and pretended he was my lover to make the other man leave.
The detective rudely accused me of trying to pull him into gay drama with the other man.
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after all of that, fei du can be found innnn the ikea. he's sitting in a chair tucked away a bit, a green jacket slung around his shoulders, and most importantly, there's soft music playing from his phone that's sitting on his lap.
his eyes are closed, but, at least it doesn't look like he's asleep or anything! hello ]
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It's so funny, D is just gliding through Ikea toward the melodious sounds of Josh Groban's voice like a murder trial didn't just happen. T-chan is not with him funnily enough; it's only him. He stops in front of Fei Du, watching.]
It didn't look like you had a very good time there at the end, President Fei.
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by the time d gets close, the music has stopped - he pauses it when he feels someone coming close, and his eyes open, refocusing back on the person in front of him.
and, well. he huffs a little. ] I think the stress might've gotten to me. [ okay. very lightly teasing - ] Were you concerned...?
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A lot was happening, yes. [He looks modest.] It was only you looked like you had seen a ghost.
Do you need some tea? It won't be poisoned, I promise.
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[ that is not funny
but he ducks his head a little in a nod, with a slight smile, thankful. ] I'd like that. As for a ghost - no. Just more blood than I really had prepared myself for. Despite my studies, I don't front face crime scenes so often.
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Follow me to the food court. [Tea time.] Not a fan of the liquid of life on the inside?
[He doesn't sound judgemental.]
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Hmm. Are most people? [ there's a lightness to this lobbed back question - it's a non answer. ] I spend most of my time looking at it, really.
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Some... [Thinks about Matsui. But it's fine.] In person, or...?
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anyway. he gives a little half shrug. ]
I'm studying cold cases, but they're not always as cold as you'd think. It's Wenzhou's job to be out in the field.
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Mm. [He is thoughtful for a long moment, not really looking at Fei Du so much as their direction.] I knew a detective very well back home. He was not like Mr. Luo, however.
He was a boorish womanizer. American, loud, aggressive, always sticking his nose where it didn't belong.
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Well, I wouldn't write Wenzhou off so much on a lot of that. He is very good at sticking his nose where it doesn't belong.
[ that's like one of his main character qualities. fei du sounds, if you squint, affectionate when he says it, if not amused. ] How do you two know each other?
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[Nose sticking. Not them both sound very faintly endeared by two idiots.]
I sold an actor a lizard, one of many, after he came into my shop for more, and it was tragically found dead with him. Poor dear, she was one of only few left…
The detective was investigating the case and tried to accuse me of selling a venomous lizard that killed him, but it was a medusa. They are not venomous.
In the end, the actor had committed suicide. The detective, however, kept coming to the shop many times after to try finding evidence to accuse me of criminal activity. I’m insulted, frankly.
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Maybe he had a crush on you, D. [ help. he's so amused. detectives... are all the same.... ] And just didn't know how to express it?
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Nonsense. That man? He couldn't keep his eyes off any woman he saw. Once, he came in while I was being unnecessarily accosted and propositioned, so I threw myself at him and pretended he was my lover to make the other man leave.
The detective rudely accused me of trying to pull him into gay drama with the other man.
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he does not say that because he's polite, though his eyebrows raise, and he does smile. help. ]
Mmm. Well, maybe not - how unhelpful that must have been.
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Luckily, the other man fell for it, and he left on the promise of having my heart. [He smiles mischievously.] And I got to fluster the detective some.