[rynlan. but he takes the cigarette with a little nod; he doesn't have a lighter, so he holds it up to one of his hair tentacles, which reflexively curls around it. built-in storage.]
What else am I going to do with my magic restored, not use it where I can?
[ he taps the cigarette box in his chest pocket. ] But I, Rynlan, am trying very hard to be a married man. Maybe even more so than usual.
[ also going to a brothel sounds like the most boring time of bixing's life, actually, but that's besides the point. he watches the tentacle thing, fascinated briefly by it. wao... ] And it must feel great, to have that back, huh?
[he does this with pens and stuff too, just not super often-- usually, he's alone when he's writing. he might've seen it briefly like, once.]
Very. ...Safer, at the least.
[he can float even if he can't run effectively, he can defend himself... besides when he's got his personal tank with him, this is the most relaxed he's felt in weeks.]
[ rynlan will see bixing's expression warm a little at safer. after the sunday he had? good. that makes him feel a sense of relief.
as for the question, though... he leans in a little like he's telling a secret. a juicy, juicy secret ] I think I'm going to try to propose while we're still here.
I don't have a plan quite yet! I'm still working on that part. We just - well, we talked about it a little out of order, this weekend, and I joked about it, and then he said "not if I do it first", but I seriously doubt he will, and even if he would, I can't lose that kind of challenge.
All right, well, he's going to say yes no matter what-- but if he's making a challenge out of it, then don't spend too long planning. What do you have so far, as ideas go--
[he's pulling out his notebook as he speaks, holding it with a couple shadowy tendrils as he retrieves a pen from his hoodie pocket.]
You're really prepared for this! Even more than me! [ cute... but, bixing tents his fingers together, thoughtfully. ]
Well. I have to get a ring, first. That's the first step. I already know his ring size, so that's not hard. Just need to find one here. And then... I thought maybe I could take him back to the home biome and do it there. Oh, and I want to get - well, I was thinking about getting Zhanlu involved because I still have ownership access of him and I don't think Lin remembers.
I could 3D print one myself, if I could find a 3D printer, but... there are all kinds of shops here. I think I should be able to find something. I thought I might ask some of the previously dead, see if they've found anywhere.
[ since they've been around and all.
he nods, though, watching rynlan take notes... ]
I can just set his permissions and hide them from Lin. I was able to get into his system this morning finally, now that my personal device works, so, that'll be easy. Admin access means he'll be forced to keep it secret whether he wants to blab or not.
Just be careful who you ask, and make sure they'll keep their mouth shut about it.
[an ear flicks, as he takes a couple more notes down, seemingly contemplating something.]
...you know, having seen him looking human, it feels a little odd now to hear things like that. We don't have anything like him where I'm from, though.
Don't worry. If there's anyone who could handle that kind of sensitive information, it's going to be Uriel.
[ his bestie... expert in romance... bixing would trust uriel with his life and maybe especially his romantic life.
anyway. the second part gets bixing to tilt his head. huh. ] ...I never thought about it like that. [ a beat, and then, with a playful nudge: ] Don't try and flirt with Zhanlu, okay?
I've seen the computers here, you cannot tell me he's the same thing.
[the more he learns about tech the less he truly understands it, damn. what's a PROCESSOR.]
...I do want to ask you something, though, you mentioning your proposal reminded me. Obviously I'm not doing that, but I do want to-- I should figure something out for Thancred.
Those dinosaurs? No! I mean, well, technically, but those things are ancient, even after I tuned them up.
[ someone has been busy recently
anyway ] Zhanlu's more like Yoru and Aiba, over anything, but - well, way more advanced than either of them. They're both wonders of technology, respectively, but Zhanlu's incredible.
[ don't let him nerd out about AI for the next twenty years, though, because he just might. thankfully, the question draws his attention back, and he tilts his head. ] What are you thinking?
Once, I made Lin a scale model of the Eighth Galaxy in a globe thing - I engineered it myself. It ended up being kind of an art project, and I'd never really done something like that before.
[ he's rapidly cottoning onto this idea as he comes up with it, actually, nodding enthusiastically. ] It's creative, and it's something that matters to you, right? I think that'd be perfect, if you could come up with something.
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[rynlan. but he takes the cigarette with a little nod; he doesn't have a lighter, so he holds it up to one of his hair tentacles, which reflexively curls around it. built-in storage.]
What else am I going to do with my magic restored, not use it where I can?
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[ he taps the cigarette box in his chest pocket. ] But I, Rynlan, am trying very hard to be a married man. Maybe even more so than usual.
[ also going to a brothel sounds like the most boring time of bixing's life, actually, but that's besides the point. he watches the tentacle thing, fascinated briefly by it. wao... ] And it must feel great, to have that back, huh?
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Very. ...Safer, at the least.
[he can float even if he can't run effectively, he can defend himself... besides when he's got his personal tank with him, this is the most relaxed he's felt in weeks.]
What's got you trying harder than usual, though?
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as for the question, though... he leans in a little like he's telling a secret. a juicy, juicy secret ] I think I'm going to try to propose while we're still here.
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[ohhhh. his eyes immediately widen, ears perked right up, looking immediately fascinated.
~i don't care about romance~ he says every so often, like a fucking liar.]
All right, you have to tell me how.
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I don't have a plan quite yet! I'm still working on that part. We just - well, we talked about it a little out of order, this weekend, and I joked about it, and then he said "not if I do it first", but I seriously doubt he will, and even if he would, I can't lose that kind of challenge.
[ romance ]
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[he's pulling out his notebook as he speaks, holding it with a couple shadowy tendrils as he retrieves a pen from his hoodie pocket.]
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You're really prepared for this! Even more than me! [ cute... but, bixing tents his fingers together, thoughtfully. ]
Well. I have to get a ring, first. That's the first step. I already know his ring size, so that's not hard. Just need to find one here. And then... I thought maybe I could take him back to the home biome and do it there. Oh, and I want to get - well, I was thinking about getting Zhanlu involved because I still have ownership access of him and I don't think Lin remembers.
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Home biome's a good plan. Romantic, definitely. If you can't find a ring, then maybe you can get a stand-in made, something along those lines...
[hmmm.]
If you're sure he'll keep it a surprise, then yes, absolutely Zhanlu.
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[ since they've been around and all.
he nods, though, watching rynlan take notes... ]
I can just set his permissions and hide them from Lin. I was able to get into his system this morning finally, now that my personal device works, so, that'll be easy. Admin access means he'll be forced to keep it secret whether he wants to blab or not.
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[an ear flicks, as he takes a couple more notes down, seemingly contemplating something.]
...you know, having seen him looking human, it feels a little odd now to hear things like that. We don't have anything like him where I'm from, though.
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[ his bestie... expert in romance... bixing would trust uriel with his life and maybe especially his romantic life.
anyway. the second part gets bixing to tilt his head. huh. ] ...I never thought about it like that. [ a beat, and then, with a playful nudge: ] Don't try and flirt with Zhanlu, okay?
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[listen. LISTEN. HE HAS EYES. HE HAS PERCEIVED ZHANLU.]
If you don't want people to flirt with your artificial men, stop making them attractive.
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[ the idea of flirting with zhanlu is so beyond lost on lu bixing for so many reasons.
a beat. ] Though, granted, he is the pinnacle of New Sidereal technology. His processors are incredibly sexy.
[ That's
not what rynlan means but go off i guess ]
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[the more he learns about tech the less he truly understands it, damn. what's a PROCESSOR.]
...I do want to ask you something, though, you mentioning your proposal reminded me. Obviously I'm not doing that, but I do want to-- I should figure something out for Thancred.
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[ someone has been busy recently
anyway ] Zhanlu's more like Yoru and Aiba, over anything, but - well, way more advanced than either of them. They're both wonders of technology, respectively, but Zhanlu's incredible.
[ don't let him nerd out about AI for the next twenty years, though, because he just might. thankfully, the question draws his attention back, and he tilts his head. ] What are you thinking?
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[and, in the almost despairing but slightly awed tone of someone who still can't believe this is happening:]
He's been writing an entire song for me, Bixing.
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[ he smiles a little at the song bit. cute... ]
Is there something you could do with your magic?
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[but it could be flexible, used the right way, maybe.]
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[ he's rapidly cottoning onto this idea as he comes up with it, actually, nodding enthusiastically. ] It's creative, and it's something that matters to you, right? I think that'd be perfect, if you could come up with something.