[ somewhere in the middle of this dumb wrestling match, kazu catches sight of the bubble and just starts laughing like it's the funniest thing in the world
she can have his shirt while he's distracted i guess ]
she pulls back and brings a hand up to block, and ends up touching the bubble by mistake - on impulse, a flash of color sparks at her fingertips, and the bubble starts to glow with a soft metallic color.
which means: it'smemsharetime! thememoryofthechrysanthemum-viewingparty is one jiuqing hasn't thought of in a while, but it still has her looking annoyed once it finishes. sometimes people try to frame your mother for murder and also your dad is really bad about being subtle about his affair with your aunt.]
he leans closer, probably too close considering he's still shirtless and never had any sense of space even before touch week, and gives her a playful wink. ]
If you want to know more about me, you can just ask, you know.
I'd prefer you looking into my eyes than through them.
[ his smile lasts for just a few seconds longer as he waits for her to reply the way he'd like - but obviously that won't happen. so it fades as he rolls his eyes and falls back a few steps with an irritated huff. ]
Fine. Have it your way. You're really no fun at all, you konw that?
[ ugh. alright, whatever - he throws purple at the bubble like a baseball, and a memory of his own plays out before them (5:54-7:45). ]
[how contrary he is right now is so much more intense than how he'd been in that memory, and yet - he seemed to regret it more, within it. probably because that was his friend he'd botched the approach with, and also because back in his own world there hadn't been anything missing with his head.
(seriously - what's going on with him...? she's worried...)
when it finishes, she stares at him - looking into his eyes, unless he's not meeting her gaze.]
...you remember that, don't you? It was real for you?
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Why should I do that? Stay still and cooperate, Sir Miyoshi.
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[ he's starting to sound genuinely distressed as he tries to wriggle away, like he's genuinely afraid of what jiuqing has in store. ]
Let me goooooo!
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[ugh. men!!
anyway, while she's wrestling him for his shirt, poof! they're suddenly stuck in a memshare bubble.]
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she can have his shirt while he's distracted i guess ]
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she's examining him for a tattoo while he's distracted by laughing.]
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there's no tattoo under there sorry doc ]
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she tries to roll up his pant legs next to look for like an ankle tattoo or something.]
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she pulls back and brings a hand up to block, and ends up touching the bubble by mistake - on impulse, a flash of color sparks at her fingertips, and the bubble starts to glow with a soft metallic color.
which means: it's memshare time! the memory of the chrysanthemum-viewing party is one jiuqing hasn't thought of in a while, but it still has her looking annoyed once it finishes. sometimes people try to frame your mother for murder and also your dad is really bad about being subtle about his affair with your aunt.]
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and claps ]
Ooh, this is getting good! The drama! The audience must love it, huh? I've got to know what happens next!
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...when you say it like that, I'm really not sure I want to tell you.
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and he smiles! ]
Right, right, of course it was! [ to the tune of "okay, grandma, let's get you to bed." ] And you were supes cool, too!
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she is so tired.]
Touch the bubble, please.
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he leans closer, probably too close considering he's still shirtless and never had any sense of space even before touch week, and gives her a playful wink. ]
If you want to know more about me, you can just ask, you know.
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I did ask. I asked you to touch the bubble.
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unbothered, he laughs. ]
That's not the same! Wouldn't you rather get it right from the source?
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What better source would there be than seeing it through your eyes?
[i wANT A MEMSHARE, RAY]
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[ his smile lasts for just a few seconds longer as he waits for her to reply the way he'd like - but obviously that won't happen. so it fades as he rolls his eyes and falls back a few steps with an irritated huff. ]
Fine. Have it your way. You're really no fun at all, you konw that?
[ ugh. alright, whatever - he throws purple at the bubble like a baseball, and a memory of his own plays out before them (5:54-7:45). ]
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(seriously - what's going on with him...? she's worried...)
when it finishes, she stares at him - looking into his eyes, unless he's not meeting her gaze.]
...you remember that, don't you? It was real for you?
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[SHE SIGHS.]
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