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[cultivatingsin]

Fuck it. Considering we're all stuck here until further notice, being heroic and shit, tell me where you would rather be and what you would rather be doing. I'll go first.

I want to be in a city full of coffins, making dinner for...someone. And myself. No one else. [Take that A-Qing. Take that Song Zichen.] We just finished a successful Night Hunt and we're tired, hungry but happy.

[Is it sad that these are his favorite memories? A city full of coffins, really?]

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[cultivatingsin]

[And when it's not self-serving, that's when he wants to know their hearts even more. Only Xiao Xingchen has puzzled him to that degree. And somewhere along the way of trying to understand the white-clad Cultivator, he fell in love with him. Damn his luck.]

How many limbs do you have? That has to be useful~

[bad_habit]

[Well good news! He's entirely self serving. So there's no needing to work things out about him. All fairly surface.

Really? Well there are probably gonna be a lot of that going around here it feels. At least from the limited people Angel has met, the nonselfserving that is. He has no idea about the love part, he doesn't do that as a general rule.]

Eight all together. Six arms and two legs. Though I don't usually use all my arms all the time. [Four are clearly visible, as are his legs. One set of arms usually stays folded up at his side buried in a thick layer of pink fluff.]

It is pretty freakin' useful. Makes clean up at dinner a breeze so if you're makin' buns, I got it covered~

[cultivatingsin]

[Xue Yang doesn't do love either. Or, at least, he didn't. Then a cute Cultivator in white treated him like a human being and he genuinely liked his company. Who can blame him for falling head over heels? It's Xiao Xingchen's fault, really.]

Wow. You could wield six swords! [...and that's all that clearly matters.]

Good. I hate clean up. The best part of any meal is eating the food. [The dishes should clean themselves.]

[bad_habit]

[Lat time Angel had fallen in love it had not ended well. He was a little love sour nowadays. But hey, who knew. Maybe that could be another benefit to this world.
There were a lot of pluses and not a shit ton of negatives. Which was a change.]

Eh, I'm more of a big guns kinda guy. [But fun fact, he does indeed have a sword! Though currently he has jack all. One of the unfortunate facts about trying to be harder to be a good guy is that he hadn't been carrying his side pieces as of late. Which really did not work in his favour when he ha been suddenly yeeted into this world. He lets out a bit of a laugh and leans in dramatically.] Not to say I don't like a nice big powerful sword.

Good its a deal. You can message me any time baby and I will come over and eat your buns, and even clean up after myself~

[cultivatingsin]

[No kidding. Xue Yang has been living surrounded by negatives, impaled by negatives. To see any positivity is like giving food to a starving man. He has latched onto it with all his might.]

Guns? What's that? [Sorry, he's ancient. His sword is always on him, strapped to his forearm. Jiangzai is his baby; he would never leave them behind.]

Now you're making it sound dirty. [And hey, he's not against dirty, but now he's confused. Are they eating or something else?]

[bad_habit]

[He can't really say he's had a lot of negatives as of late, most of it has been actually pretty okay lately. All things consider but you know, it's hell so it wasn't great either.]

They're like... [How the fuck does he explain this to someone who doesn't understand? Also how the fuck does he not know what guns are?! Okay so he draws a little picture, it's awful, and slaps it up on the screen for a minute.] They're like little things shaped like this and they shoot out bits of metal with little controlled explosions. [Basic right?] If you find any of them around, you can give them to me. I'll make sure they stay safe.

[Such a good guy~ Eventually he'll pull the paper off the camera though.]

I am real good at makin' things sound dirty. I made a whole career out of it where I'm from. [He looks so damn proud of himself, and truthfully poor little buddy it could go either way with him.]

[cultivatingsin]

[No, hell will never be great. Bearable would actually be great for hell.]

...like? [Xue Yang cocks his head and narrows his dark eyes, examining the picture. What. is. that.] Bits of metal? I'm interested. Can you control where they aim like a bow and arrow?

[If his new friend says yes, he wants a gun. He will get a gun.]

I bet you would! [He laughs. Keep them safe. Suuure.]

It's a talent. I just want to know what you're looking for. [He knows he's hot, okay. You don't need to beat around the bush.]

[bad_habit]

They're called bullets, technically. And they're more than just metal but that's a while science lesson I think and that might be a little beyond me. [He nods folding up the picture he drew.]

Yeah. They can be, I'm really good at it. So thanks, cause ya don't wanna hurt anyone. [That's provided this place even has them. Angel isn't so sure it does, but hey the more people that knows what he's looking for the better. The only other person he met interested in the same thing didn't seem keen on sharing so.]

Hey at least you appreciate it~ How do you mean? You mean like what kinda guns? I ain't picky. [Hey he wont, annoyingly so actually. He is not shy and there is some truth to that. He is pretty hot~]

[cultivatingsin]

All that matters is they're hard and fast. [What else does he need to know? Science? You're being silly.]

[His lips quirk, almost into a smirk, and then he manages an almost serious nod. Of course he doesn't want to hurt anyone. Of course.]

I do feel better about using one if it has a good aim. I don't like nasty surprises.

[What kind of guns. Adorable. Xue Yang laughs.]

I wasn't just talking about guns.