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⠀⠀ ''What is freedom, if demanded by a god?''
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challenge accepted , then . he'll get it one way or another .

" shall we ?"

" very well , then ."

an uphill battle , he supposes . regardless , he'll be certain to try to ease flins into forgetting the title when he addresses xianshen in the future .

/ / need to eat something . . . but i also want to make sure i pay attention here since notifs aren't working 😭

well , if it makes him happy . . .

but , " then shall i call you ' mr . flins ' to even things out ?"

his head tilts , a small smile playing at his expression .

there's a soft sigh in response to that .

" please -- no need for the title ."

the hesitation is not lost on him in the slightest .

" if it will not make you uncomfortable , then ."

" i hoped we might be able to spend some time together . perhaps try to engage further with that mystery of ours ."

as to why they were so familiar with each other .

there's a small nod for him .

" are you busy today ?"

" i've been fine ."

nothing terrible going on .

of course .

now .

" have you been well today ?"

he will not hold it against him .

he supposes not , but it hardly bothers him .

ah , he didn't mean to make him feel like he had to lean away . . .

his attention is tilting down as he 𝘥𝘰𝘦𝘴 notice , but he's not overly concerned by it .

itself . nor its abilities .

much as he would prefer to keep from agitating her more than necessary , he is beginning to wonder if there is truly a way around it .

" something like this cannot 𝘣𝘦 replicated ."

perhaps the color and the design ( although he would be a little irked by it ), but not the purpose of the sword

he watches her , an amused smile playing at his expression as she looks over his own blade .

" i've yet to actually discover that myself ."

may as well let her admire for a moment or two . it hurts nothing .

a delicate looking thing crafted of silver .

" i hope you do not mean to use it , though ."

xianshen steps back finally , twirling his wrist in an effort to reacquaint himself with the weight of the blade .

he beholds the blade with no small amount of respect -- it's beautiful , in a terrifying sort of way .

" you clearly hold a decent amount of authority . my own blade's design pales in comparison to yours ."

as he speaks , the blade appears seemingly from nothing .

xianshen turns to face her proper after a moment .

" i keep it put away when i have no need of it ."

like storm clouds ? no telling what that could mean , and he's not eager to pry either .

" so long as i do not feel threatened , it shall remain put away ."

/ / brother made the mistake of letting me have the bluetooth connection to his car on the way home .

/ / death stranding soundtrack my beloved .

/ / heading off to a movie in a few ( iron lung , yaaaayyy ) but i'll be back afterwards !! <3

a huff of laughter escapes him with the question .

" that has long since come to pass ."

he does not pull away from her , despite the tension between his shoulders under her scrutiny .

" and yours , flins ."

he's rather relaxed around him , surprisingly .

maybe they do know each other ? but he feels he would certainly remember him . . .

/ / varang : tiny.

/ / xianshen :

" of course ."

a reassuring smile for him .

" i would not say so otherwise ."

his chin lifts lightly in response . crossing his arms .

she is much taller , that much is clear . for now , though , he'd prefer not to agitate her if avoidable .

" indeed ."