[she's still laughing when she shows up, because nine out of ten times? hungry. when is she not hungry? and even when she's not it's a case of 'i could eat'.
vi is the opposite when it comes to where she sleeps - pretty much everyone knows she sleeps in the rookery on the third floor. she's an open book about so much, even if she possibly shouldn't be.
she'll stroll about the busiest section of the district until she spots him (he's got one of those appearances that's memorable) or he spots her first.
either way, she'll hold up her gauntleted hand in greeting.]
[ He Xuan is tall and striking in his black robes, but Vi is the one with pink hair. He spots her easily, approaches and while she chooses to wave, he folds his hands together to make a circle held out before him, and offers her a bow.
It's rare he's this respectful without it being darkly sarcastic, but she fed him, that went a long way. ]
Hands-pangzi.
[ Yes, that's how he greets her. Well, that and offering what he's carrying: two plastic tupperware (how great is plastic? so great) bound up in a cloth wrap that ties at the top to make a handle, one of which has ten dried and salted small fish, and the other which has a syrupy sour and spicy fish head soup that has been boiling over his fire for days and is still holding a lingering warmth. ]
[a bit of a headtilt at the greeting, but hey, it's not the weirdest she's heard. it's not even an insult! she's been punched in greeting before (bakugou) - and the little bow reminds her of sansa, of other bow-ers, of people just overflowing with actual manners. she's touched, and a genuine smile breaks through as the laughter subsides - she'd never really been holding back her feelings anyway.
she repeats what she said in text with enthusiasm.]
Hell yeah, I will.
[she'll reach to take them, making her own attempt at a bow after the transfer, her eyes lighting up as the smell of fish soup wafts up from the gifted (so great! when you throw a container at a friend (bakugou) it doesn't even break! fabulous invention, plastic.)]
We're sharing this, right? [...] Did you just call me "hands"?
[ He has no comment either way on sharing, a slight shrug. She knows what his appetite is like, if she's willing to risk half her food like that. ]
Fatty Hands. I didn't catch your name previously, but Venerable Elder Jinx was able to provide it, as well as the means to reach you.
[ There's something about the way he says all of that, that makes it very very hard to know if he is joking (like a weird-ass affectionate nickname) or now truly believes she's Hands-pangzi and Jinx is a million years old. ]
[she'll take the risk and roll with it, it's bound to end up better than that business with the coins at goat turning. besides, the food's a free bonus. it's not like she was expecting it.]
Ohhhh, well if Venerable Elder Jinx told ya, then it must be true. It's kinda true, I mean ...it's not like I don't answer to it. Mostly it's on account of my gauntlets.
And a little bit 'cause Jinx likes to be a brat. [brat; affectionate. a quick look at her hands - they're not small but they're not that fat.]
My real name's Vi. Violet if you're an asshole. [that one's for you, fang.]
Pick a spot, cop a squat.
[hopefully not in a spot that's too crowded - she'd like to avoid would-be pickpockets. or having to stop eating to chase after them.]
[ He Xuan may not totally understand the colloquialism but he gets the gist: he finds somewhere a little out of the way and takes a seat on a low stair or ledge, folding neat as origami into a dark puddle. ]
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My cave is not suited for visitors. I'll come to you.
[ He also doesn't love giving people access to his lamp since it's basically where he sleeps and he's paranoid. ]
Come hungry.
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vi is the opposite when it comes to where she sleeps - pretty much everyone knows she sleeps in the rookery on the third floor. she's an open book about so much, even if she possibly shouldn't be.
she'll stroll about the busiest section of the district until she spots him (he's got one of those appearances that's memorable) or he spots her first.
either way, she'll hold up her gauntleted hand in greeting.]
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It's rare he's this respectful without it being darkly sarcastic, but she fed him, that went a long way. ]
Hands-pangzi.
[ Yes, that's how he greets her. Well, that and offering what he's carrying: two plastic tupperware (how great is plastic? so great) bound up in a cloth wrap that ties at the top to make a handle, one of which has ten dried and salted small fish, and the other which has a syrupy sour and spicy fish head soup that has been boiling over his fire for days and is still holding a lingering warmth. ]
I hope you will accept these gifts.
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she repeats what she said in text with enthusiasm.]
Hell yeah, I will.
[she'll reach to take them, making her own attempt at a bow after the transfer, her eyes lighting up as the smell of fish soup wafts up from the gifted (so great! when you throw a container at a friend (bakugou) it doesn't even break! fabulous invention, plastic.)]
We're sharing this, right? [...] Did you just call me "hands"?
[her grin. it's a little bigger.]
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Fatty Hands. I didn't catch your name previously, but Venerable Elder Jinx was able to provide it, as well as the means to reach you.
[ There's something about the way he says all of that, that makes it very very hard to know if he is joking (like a weird-ass affectionate nickname) or now truly believes she's Hands-pangzi and Jinx is a million years old. ]
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Ohhhh, well if Venerable Elder Jinx told ya, then it must be true. It's kinda true, I mean ...it's not like I don't answer to it. Mostly it's on account of my gauntlets.
And a little bit 'cause Jinx likes to be a brat. [brat; affectionate. a quick look at her hands - they're not small but they're not that fat.]
My real name's Vi. Violet if you're an asshole. [that one's for you, fang.]
Pick a spot, cop a squat.
[hopefully not in a spot that's too crowded - she'd like to avoid would-be pickpockets. or having to stop eating to chase after them.]
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[ He Xuan may not totally understand the colloquialism but he gets the gist: he finds somewhere a little out of the way and takes a seat on a low stair or ledge, folding neat as origami into a dark puddle. ]
And how do you know Jinx?