[AUDIENCE] wei wuxian

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W1, TUESDAY

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[hey aki? Hey, Aki?

For cursing me with this, WWX doesn't get the damn office, thanks. Not long after he's snapped the picture, Chuuya is just showing the fuck up wherever he happens to be, popping somewhere into that space.]

Hey, not bad. And here I thought it was going to take you a while to figure that one out.

[hewwo.]

[givethemhell]

[I HATE THIS A LOT AND HONESTLY SO DOES WEI WUXIAN!! Despite what his incredibly come hither expression might have suggested, he'd been hoping! He'd at least have some time to put his pants back on!!

He does at least pull his robes up again as soon as Chuuya appears (startling him just a little, even though he'd roughly Been Prepared for shit happening without warning). Oh yeah! One other thing on his chest outside of that terrible invite: words wrapping in a small circle at the dead center of his chest like a target that simply read NIGHTLESS CITY MASSACRE.]

Haha, well, fortunately we had a kind-hearted volunteer who decided to explain exactly what it was looking for! If you could give me a second to get redressed, have all the liquor you'd like.

W1, SATURDAY

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[okay this time he gets the office.

Instead of jumpscaring him, the next time Wei Wuxian opens a door he'll find himself stepping into a lavish office, where Chuuya is seated on a plush chair in front of the window.]

Come in, have a seat.

[Chuuya doesn't ask if he wants a drink, he already has a wineglass for each of them.]

[givethemhell]

[Thanks for making this not cursed!! For now!

Wei Wuxian wanders in, still fixing his robes, but his eyes light up immediately upon taking in this office. DAMN... rich bitch.

He'll move over to take a seat and, eyeing the wineglasses:]

It'll be strong, I hope!

w2, Monday

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[Welcome back to the office. Chuuya's lounging sideways in a chair like an asshole, grinning as Wei Wuxian enters the room.]

So, to what do I owe the pleasure, huh?

[that sure was a pic, ok]

[givethemhell]

[Honestly the longer this entire messy cursed boat affair goes on, the more Wei Wuxian is going to succumb to his own naturally cursed nature... He's barely made an effort to tie his clothing back together?? He's just a chaotic mess of fabric, chest partially bared and one layer of robe not even hung on his shoulders properly. His hair is also braided! Hm. Thanks for the suggestion.

In any case, he waltzes his way on into the office and trots on over to Chuuya's chair with a lot of Man On A Mission vibes going on.]

It's Monday! [HE GETS ALL HIS BANGS OUT OF THE WAY... ON MONDAY... Apparently midday?? Stay hydrated, Wei Wuxian.] Not too busy, are you? There are a few things I want to try.

[...To see how well Chuuya's potentially undead body is doing, but, y'know.]

w2, friday

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[it's the office! it looks like it always does. chuuya does not: he's still visibly tired, slumped sideways on one of his fancyass comfortable chairs and kind of draping over it.]

I'm this close to getting one of those stupid kid leashes for Higekiri, I really am.

[he doesn't entirely sound annoyed, but maybe that's the tired coming through.]

[givethemhell]

[OKAY LIKE

THREE PEOPLE ARE DEAD AND THERE MAY BE MULTIPLE MURDEROUS ENTITIES LOOSE but this is still objectively hilarious. He moves to sit in another chair, perching on the edge, and arches an amused brow.]

Bold of you to assume anything at all could contain that man! Hope he didn't wear you out too much, though - I have a few things I wanted to pass on.

w3, monday

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[Hello, Chuuya is popping up wherever Wei Wuxian happens to be again! Pardon him while he finds a place to just perch and chill.]

You're going to have to be more specific-- there's always something in this place.

[givethemhell]

[WELCOME TO his room again, though it's even more cleaned up since the last time Chuuya was unfortunate enough to be here! The couch is clean, there aren't any packets of food lying around, and even the pile of clothing that he is sTILL using as his bedding is folded neatly off to the side.

There's still ink stains just about everywhere, though. His sins can never be fully erased...]

You're right, I was originally going to start off with our library that doesn't actually have anything useful in it - not like that's a surprise - but! More importantly! Why exactly are we plagued by a new and terrible thing every Monday? First those tattoos, then the - entire mess of last week...

w3, saturday

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[so, real talk: chuuya started drinking partway through that trial and he's still tipsy when wei wuxian sends that photo? he at least hasn't been completely drunk, but he's. he's close.

this might not be the most informative meeting it's probably going to be banging first and then picking up after he has time to sober up some]

This was the longest fucking day.

[and he's already got a glass ready for wwx, handing it on over.]

[givethemhell]

[WELL, THAT'S JUST FINE BY HIM since he's in a banging mood anyway. Like an informative mood too but!! It's fine! That can wait.

He doesn't even bother closing his robes back up god I hate him, instead he's moving forward to reach for the glass with one hand and Chuuya's arm with the other to gently pull him in.]

Can't imagine it's much fun watching us flounder, no. Stay with me for a little while?

w4, Wednesday

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[I hate you SO much aki

as you can PROBABLY GUESS, chuuya shows right the fuck up after being sent that pic, because why would he not? hello? he's here.]

You've gotten really good at those.

[givethemhell]

[I FUCKIN SAID HE'D COME FOR CHUUYA'S LIFE OVER BANGO EVEN IF IT DOESN'T COUNT touches the ground with 20 hands and sighs deeply.

Anyway he just sits up from the bed when Chuuya appears, holding his arms out toward him and making grabby hands.]

Haha, I know! [god he is just the worst] Come here, come here!

W4, Thursday

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[well, if this is about a question-- Chuuya pulls him to the office instead of coming to him, perched comfortably in one of his stupid fancy chairs.]

You wanted to ask something?

[givethemhell]

[He's TIRED because his dumb ass only got like 2 hours of sleep in the last 24+, but it's fine!! Sometimes you just wake up and get jamfeet because someone's murdered a demon. He still manages some sparkling energy for Chuuya though, and unfortunately for literally everyone, just trots his way on over to sit on the floor by Chuuya's chair just so he can rest his chin on his leg. He is, also unfortunately, still wearing the choker.

ANYWAY.]

Yes, yes! A couple of somethings, actually. —Well, more like one question and a general "does this sound about right to you"...! We've been theorizing a bit on what makes our dear friends tick - how they pick their targets, things like that. Considering how malicious entities tend to be, I figured it might have something to do with whatever spreads the most amount of negativity around. Is that anything you can talk about?

w5 is this Monday or Tuesday

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[hewwo again. Hope Bunxian is ready for another fox? Chuuya's sitting sideways in a chair to leave room for the tail, giving him a pleased grin as he enters the room.]

So, what is it today-- business, or just here for me?

let's say early tues so he can be bullied before he dies in the morgue

[givethemhell]

[WELL!! HE HAD MOSTLY JUST BEEN HERE FOR CHUUYA but boy as soon as he walks into the room, he looks like he wants to heel-face turn and march himself right back out again. Understandably, he's (rightfully) fuckin concerned about foxes after Tamamo...

He just kind of freezes near the door, his stupid lil bun ears immediately flattening back and twitching.]

—Hah, well, that depends! You won't be chasing me down to roast me up for dinner the second I turn my back, yes? No? The only answer is yes, by the way!

w5, Thursday

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[wwx is still injured, so of course chuuya is just popping up as usual? here he is, pretty much Immediately, tail twitching as he looks him over.]

You've had that seen to, right?

[givethemhell]

[He'd been like halfway tempted to pull on the full ham so he could get Chuuya to spoil him but UNFUCKINFORTUNATELY he values his ability to seem Untouched By Bad Things more so he's just lounging on the loveseat as usual, looking pretty impressively okay, sans the color that's still yet to fully return to his face.]

Mmhm! Haha, it's still a little surprising how generous the people here are.

[He still can't get over Zero using a precious item for his sake?? Wild.]

w5, friday

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[when wwx gets pulled to the bedroom, chuuya is just draped over part of it-- he's left space, but he's like, facedown in a pile of pillows.

hi.]

[givethemhell]

[Hm... Sad pillow man. Wei Wuxian just scoots onto the bed and curls up next to Chuuya's side, reaching out to wrap both arms around him.]

Long day?

W5, Saturday

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[well, for one thing, when wei wuxian arrives he'll find chuuya busily vanishing blood out of his fancy rug.

when chuuya straightens and faces him, the front of his shirt is torn and stained, but he looks fine!]

Oh-- shit, I thought this would go a lot faster.

[givethemhell]

[WELL HE'D COME IN HERE WITH THE INTENT TO ASK SOMETHING BUT NOW HE'S JUST

pausing at the door

and squinting Chuuya's way.]

...What in the world have you managed to get into this time? Please! Why is it that I can't turn my back around anyone here for more than five minutes?

w6, monday

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[boy some things happened since wwx walked in on him post-death a couple days ago,

chuuya pulls him into his bedroom, immediately pleased to see him-- though he's barring the door as soon as wei wuxian is inside, moving the dresser and a couple other small pieces of furniture in front of it before he settles onto the bed.]

Hey, XianXian.

[looks like he's taken to going without the long-sleeved coat, now, leaving the ribbon around his wrist fully exposed. shameless lil shit.]

C'mere-- you've got a while, right?

[givethemhell]

[Hm that's sure a thing that's happening, CHUUYA??? He glances over toward the door and pile of shit in front of it, looks back toward him, and arches a brow.]

Of course. [Though he will, at least, walk himself over to the bed so he can plonk down on it himself. He bumps shoulder to shoulder against Chuuya, one hand reaching out to tug at the ribbon on his wrist.]

Should I be worried? You were looking for something earlier too, weren't you?

[Back during their meeting.]