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[ jiaoqiu also snorts, actually, bringing his hand up to his mouth like he's considering the wares and not covering a laugh. the merchant looks a little disgruntled, but it's fine, jiaoqiu is so very unconcerned about it.

when therion comes a little closer, jiaoqiu's tail instinctively curls around his legs, briefly. kind of just like a hello sort of gentle whap. and then he reaches for one of the bracelets - a beaded jade one. the green of the jade is a very particular color, a very specific shade of green, and though jiaoqiu doesn't say anything about it, he looks at therion's visible eye one more time before he picks it up and asks the merchant how much.

the price seems reasonable enough to him, and he slips it onto his own wrist once he's handed over the money. and then he glances at therion. ]

Do you see anything you like, here?

[ gross! that's gay. therion takes that and the tail around his legs in for a minute - it does not occur to him that's why jiaoqiu has picked out the jade no matter how similar the shade is. however, he's paying attention to the color, and while the merchant is distracted chatting with jiaoqiu about the price, he casually plucks a pendant made of the same jade and tucks it into his pocket. it's gone by the time jiaoqiu addresses him - therion tilts his head, then shrugs. ]

Not really my thing.

[ the hand that just committed naughty thief crimes comes free from his pocket, and absently, he reaches up to feel around the shell of his ear, thumbing at one of the piercings at the question, though. they're old black studs, having lost all their gleam and glimmer because he wears them so often, so honestly they could probably stand to be replaced - a couple in the lobe, one at the top. considering his line of work ("work") he doesn't wear anything dangly. he's had the same ones in since he met jiaoqiu. he honestly has probably never even taken them out to clean them. ]

's not bad quality. [ with a nod towards what jiaoqiu picked up. the merchant, unaware that he has just been robbed, looks pleased at this assessment from the grumpy looking guy. ]

[ boy, your ears are going to get infected. in fact he probably has taken them out to clean them at least once since he met jiaoqiu because his fussy ass would have noticed.

but regardless, jiaoqiu hums, covering his bracelet with his shirt for now. i don't know what he's wearing i was looking for something but assume it's probably just like a dress shirt with a red cardigan and like, dark slacks with a tail hole. good enough. he did not see therion steal, but honestly he would not care a single bit if he had, so that's fine. ]

Fine enough to buy from. [ a beat. ] I'd like to find you something.

[ nothing dangly, but... maybe an earring stud of some kind. imagine jiaoqiu with pierced ears, how wild would that be. anyway - he gives a little head bow to the merchant, and wanders off further into the market. now he's searching for some sort of clothing store. maybe a scarf...

as he walks he runs his fingers absently over the jade bracelet. ]

[ i am also imagining jiaoqiu with ear piercings and good for him. edgy era.

anyway!! they move further into the market stalls and stands, weaving easily through the different wares. the crowd thickens a little as they get further in, and therion steps a little closer to him as they walk so he can actually hear - he nudges someone away from bumping into jiaoqiu's tail, casually, and snorts. ] If I want something, I'll just take it, fluff.

[ therion that is NOT the point and you know it. he has to say these things because that is just the kind of person that he is - but it's also not a denial or anything, he's not going to stop him. he just kind of raises his eyebrows, and while jiaoqiu is distracted, therion slips the pendant into the pocket of his cardigan and leaves it there.

in the meantime... there are a couple of nice clothing stalls here and there - some selling handmade knit goods, some selling pretty fabrics, embroidery, things like that! run by everything from nice grandmas to sketchy merchants. there's a young lady merchant hawking jewelry made of skystones. there's all kinds of wild things. ]

Yes, but then you rob me of the excuse to find you something without holes worn into it.

[ the way he's going to find this pendant later and think he accidentally stole it,

also, i see you tressa. jiaoqiu does not know who that is and he's distracted by the fabrics at this one store with a more nice grandma owner vibe to it, peering at the different designs and colors. he runs his fingers over several of them - he seems to like silks and softer things. but he's particularly interested in a purple one, something thicker and warmer. it's a dark purple and the design is subtle, the purple at the ends of the scarf getting lighter and varied. it is kind of reminiscent of a fox tail.

his ear flicks as he looks it over, rubbing it between his fingers. ]

[ hey, ]

Not everything I have has holes in it.

[

probably. this is not a good defense at all, actually. also i'm crying. jiaoqiu please.

therion follows him over there to the grandma store, and here, he... keeps his hands to himself, tucked into his pockets. the little old lady running the place greets them both with a cheerful smile, and he nods briefly in greeting, then follows jiaoqiu over to where he's looking at the scarves.

and...listen, he's not stupid. the jade was a little more subtle. this, however. anyone with eyes could probably tell therion's favorite color is purple, and his ancient, threadbare scarf is not one of those items without holes he mentioned before. he watches jiaoqiu investigate it, maybe a little too closely, and ducks deeper into the scarf he is wearing - his cheeks are turning pink, visible even in the evening light. ]

[ jiaoqiu's tail is swaying back and forth the way you might think a mischievous cartoon fox's might, when he sees that blush. a beat, and then he reaches over to tug therion's scarf, gently. ]

Is this too detailed? [ he figures most of the clothes that therion wears are so that he can't be picked out in a crowd, so much. he doesn't want to get therion something that is easy to track him down with, even if he likes the way it looks.

plus, he doesn't want to insult therion's clothes. it's one thing to spoil him - it's another to make him feel bad or embarrassed because he wears his clothes to the bone, often out of necessity. it's why jiaoqiu's voice is easy, casual. like he'll find something else, if therion gets upset. ]

[ this is making him feel some kind of way!!!! not insulted or shamed of his own clothes or anything, because therion is rarely shamed by anything and he lives the way he likes thank you very much, but the concept of jiaoqiu just. wanting to buy him something is a lot. it's new, and it makes him feel very squirmy internally, and he flusters specifically because he has no idea how to handle it, turning redder at the ears.

it means his response is more well behaved than usual - therion comes over to look, tucking a little further into his scarf to hide his nose, which is turning red - and after a minute, shakes his head. he can just tuck the edges into his sweatshirt if he's worried about it. it's how he's wearing his normal one right now, so there's nothing to grab onto. ]

You're really stuck on this, huh. [ doing a nice thing for him. he doesn't sound mad about it. he is just embarrassed.

... and after a long minute, he reaches up, and unwinds his usual scarf from around his neck. he's still got a couple visible bandages under his collar, but otherwise he's bare if he wants to. put it on him or something. ]

[ unfortunately for therion jiaoqiu finds this endlessly endearing. it's been so long since he's felt like this, smiling because he's happy, because he can't stop the warmth threatening to rise up out of him. there's a bit of gremlin energy to it just because therion's ears are so red, but mostly, it's just affection. ]

Mm, yes. You'll have to suffer me.

[ he says cheerfully.

and when therion pulls his scarf free, jiaoqiu pauses. if therion wanted to see him brighten again, this was the right move - he seems so very pleased, gently bringing up the scarf off the rack and tucking it around therion, arranging it. once it's all set, he moves back just a little to take it in. and then, soft, just a little teasing but not loud enough for the little old lady to hear: ]

It makes you look handsome.

[ this is just -it's just so embarrassingly intimate, so kind and sweet. it's the kind of affectionate little kindness you'd see out of any couple on the street, and therion's briefly at a loss for words, having to look at the ground so as not to be burned to a crisp by the brightness and warmth on jiaoqiu's face.

jesus. his heartbeat skips like three times as he's arranging the scarf, and he doesn't really realize he's holding his breath - he absolutely cannot look up at jiaoqiu's face or he's going to perish. the scarf itself is soft and warm, the material not too scratchy, a reminder of what his used to be like once upon a time. it's sweet, a thoughtful choice, placed thoughtfully, in a gesture of closeness he'd allow literally no one else.

the comment makes therion scoff, but it's clearly because he's flustered, and he adjusts it a little himself too, shoulders hunching up by his ears. his whole face is turning red. ]

's just a scarf. [ bluster, bluster. for someone who is always awfully confident, he's actually a big baby, and these very sincere gestures of affection, complete with that just slight edge of teasing in his compliment, are lot for one little therion. not in a bad way, but everything feels so sticky warm that he'd forgotten what it felt like to have a crush on some on--oh god. oh god, that's what this is. oh god.

he swallows, hard, and then gestures with his head to the nice shopkeeper, who is smiling with her hands clasped together. like, go on, if you're gonna get it. he's gonna stand here with this scarf around his neck and die, maybe. ]

[ it's okay - he started this out by teasing, but therion is so flustered and bright red that jiaoqiu is a little overwhelmed, himself. it's like, cuteness aggression. he wants to bite him? he wants to bite him.

but like, nicely. sweetly, because therion is rough because he has to be, because therion has been taught over and over that kindness is something that gets you killed, and jiaoqiu wants to give him something soft to fall back on. he has a big heart, something that jiaoqiu has seen over and over in the way that therion treats him and other people. the gruffness and snark is a fragile wall, and jiaoqiu likes to climb right over it, likes to hold out his hands and wait for therion to eventually make his way there, and it's stupid because he didn't really understand how much therion relied on jiaoqiu coaxing him until they curled up together a week ago in lingsha's house. that he had to meet him, that he couldn't just always wait until the words came.

just like jiaoqiu trusts therion to watch his back, therion trusts him to arrange his scarf, and jiaoqiu feels overwhelmingly bright, like he could open his mouth and light would spill out instead of the abyss that's normally there. silly, that such a simple action makes him feel this way, but he's not going to argue it.

jiaoqiu will not PDA in public, but he gently slides his hand down therion's arm, and then goes to give the nice shopkeeper money. ]

[ well this was very embarrassing. he's got nothing to say now, no snarky commentary, and he wants to skitter away from this booth at mach fuck, but he does not. he stands there, brand new scarf that he is letting jiaoqiu pay for with real money wrapped around his neck, and is hit with the gamut of human emotion, particularly in the form of positives.

the "oh god, oh fuck, oh god" feeling does not go away as he watches jiaoqiu go off to pay the nice shopkeeper. in retrospect, this should be very obvious, considering the extremely emotional events of the last week. therion has felt these warm, squiggly feelings around jiaoqiu a few times before, but this is the first time it's actually starting to hit. the last time he felt this way he was young and stupid and following darius around like a puppy, and he saw how that ended for him. (extremely poorly.) and if it weren't for said events of the last week, therion might have cut and run.

but the debacle of this entire thing means he won't do that. the tentative trust they have built is not pillars upon sand, but something small and steady. so instead, he just curls his hand very, very gently in the fabric of the scarf when jiaoqiu isn't looking, and buries his nose in it, and processes his embarrassing emotions, wills the fluster off of his face. god. you look like an idiot. he has goosebumps from where his arm was. this is deeply uncool.

be steps back a little, so when jiaoqiu is all done, he's there, standing a little off to the side. he looks at the skystone merchant, who is looking at him with the stinkiest face of mischief you could possibly imagine, and he flips her off, and she blows a raspberry at him, and by the time jiaoqiu's done the interaction is over and he looks like he's back to normal, giving jiaoqiu a little sup nod of acknowledgement. he's still wearing the little scarf. ]

Happy now?

[ jiaoqiu pays, and the lady keeps making little comments about how cute they are and jiaoqiu actually also! wants to ascend! he does fine when it's just them, when he's teasing therion, but having other people in his business makes his tail fur poof out. when he comes back to therion, he looks vaguely embarrassed, but! the scarf is paid for. ]

Yes, very much so.

[ his ear flicks. ]

... Let's keep moving.

[ please god get him away from well meaning grannies. he missed the whole back and forth between the skystone merchant and therion, but he'd be so amused if he saw. therion just attracting women who want to noogie him across the country. anyway, they scoot, and jiaoqiu huffs once they're out in the crowd again. his nose is slightly pink. ]

I suppose we should find supplies rather than trinkets.

[ therion also does not catch the granny conversation because he's nonverbally bickering with tressa, but the poof of jiaoqiu's tail immediately catches his attention out of the corner of his eye and he looks. and honestly, the sight of it makes him feel better, or at least like, slightly less off kilter. god.

he snorts, though its mostly just at the situation, adjusts himself, remembers he's wearing the little scarf, gets more embarrassed, and then scoffs to himself and shakes his head, starting to head back into the crowd. despite wanting to stomp away in embarrassment, he does not leave jiaoqiu behind. his ears are still red, but he refuses to let himself think about it for another second or he will die. ]

You want stuff to cook with. [ not a question, he's kind of expecting that. ] What else?

Oh, yes.

[ right. food. wheeze. ]

That depends on what the tavern has to offer. I assume blankets, or toothpaste, or anything like that can be found easily enough.

[ he carefully reaches to hold onto therion's arm as they move their way through the crowd, because he doesn't want to get separated. ]

Bandages, I think. Painkillers. And maybe a brace.

[ for his leggy. ]

Mn.

[ the noise is agreeing and he is just as relieved. moving on!!! sheesh!!! ]

Better to hit a pharmacy. [ which is kind of ironic, honestly. that's where all this started, after all. therion huffs, glancing at him as they make their way down the aisle, towards the endcap where it's a little less full. ] I'm not carrying you if you collapse before then.

[ from his baby pain tolerance. therion says this, but as jiaoqiu comes to hold onto his arm, he slows down enough to let him take it properly, especially at the reminder of the brace - making sure they avoid anyone in the too crowded market, too, so as not to agitate his healing injury any further. ]

The basic stuff'll already be there. You need anything to keep that doctor's magic working, or what?

I'm sure we can find something.

[ at least he'll know where to go! pharmacies are his favored terrain. as for therion ribbing him, it doesn't bother him, as usual. he knows that if he actually did collapse therion would, in fact, carry him, because he did before, and also, because he's slowing down here to make sure jiaoqiu doesn't hurt. as they get out of the worst of the crowd, jiaoqiu straightens a little. he doesn't want... well, he doesn't want to be a burden. ]

And I won't collapse. It doesn't hurt too badly, but if I'm standing on it for long periods of time it might set wrong, in the last few days of recovery.

[ he's like 95% healed, he's just being careful. not for himself, but because one, therion would stab him, two, lingsha would stab him, and a distant three - he wants to be able to run as soon as he can, if he has to. ]

The magic is already doing its work. I just have to help it along. Walking is fine, as are other... forms of activity. [ his ear flicks, and he keeps a little smile to himself. ] Just no running, for now.

Ohhhh.

[ the noise is recognizing, as if he suddenly understands. there's a smirk on his face, and he does not bother trying to hide it. ]

That's convenient. Did the doctor write you a note for that one?

[ he laughs, and glances over at therion a little lazily. ]

Oh, I write all my own notes.

[ HELP that gets a short, sharp laugh in return. ]

Shady doctor. [ lol!!! lmao!!!!! ] Were those the kind of supplies you meant, medicine man? My bad for assuming.

[ his dumb body betrays him because his tail wags when therion laughs. ]

I don't mind a little shade. [ he teases, head tilted. a little more quietly, because he is not shameless enough to allow people to overhear him with this, he'd die: ] And - were those not a given? Surely you don't expect to keep your hands to yourself for however long we're here.

[ lol. he doesn't mind the quieter tone - therion doesn't talk loudly, anyway, really, when he's talking at all, but he sideeyes jiaoqiu from under his fringe, and then looks back out in front of them. all confident, little smirk on his face. ]

It's taken care of.

[ wow? presumptive? or maybe he just already had it. (he already had it.) or more embarrassingly and more likely, it's probably already in the suite, considering what primrose said to him quietly earlier, which was mortifyingly embarrassing but now can be used to flirt with jiaoqiu? it's fine. ]

[ this is so funny primrose actually did go points rainbow flag

as much as he wants to bite therion when he gets all smug, it unfortunately does it for him. he huffs, nose a little pink, and then whaps therion with his tail on the ass. subtle. ]

Then we'll have something to look forward to later. [ he hums. ] Let's get our supplies, and then eat. I'm starving, and I'd like out of these crowds.

[ she had a 50/50 shot of being correct and unfortunately, therion's overly flustered reaction was all the answer in the world, which he realized about the second it was out of his mouth, but. whatever. he will never live this down from primrose, so at least he can bullshit and pretend he was the one who was totally so prepared.

the whap on the ass has him jump a second too late to avoid it, and the smirk breaks into a little grin as he swats back at it. it feels light. it feels like the whole borisin fiasco is lightyears away, in this star-dappled market, watching jiaoqiu get huffy, and though he, like always, is never truly relaxed, there's a brief moment here where he could find a little peace.

so, through the market they go - off to a pharmacy, to pick up a leg brace, some stronger painkillers. some basic groceries. therion steals an apple from this pharmacy too, just because it's practically habit at this point, and they're able to make their way back towards the main inn. purposefully, he leads them down a new aisle of the market, past large drums full of richly ground spices, a stand full of nothing but increasingly heinous varieties of hot peppers, and off to the edge of the market where the food stalls are for whatever incredibly spicy monstrosity jiaoqiu wants to eat. the cuisine here leans towards desert food, flavorful curries and breads and dips and a thousand other different easy to eat things.

he keeps his eyes on him the entire time, watching the way he walks, watching the crowd, and as they're picking up food, therion's the one to suggest: ] 's just take it back to the room.

[ it is getting late, and it's been a long day. jiaoqiu can probably tell, the way the jitter starts, the way he's a little twitchier than before. he's tired of the crowds, too - no matter how open sunshade is, it still gets him feeling itchy. therion also has yet to realize it, but over by the chili stand, he dragged jiaoqiu away by the hand - and standing in front of this little food stand, he hasn't let go. ]

[ purposefully, therion leads him through the stands, and it's such a wild difference between this jiaoqiu and the one curled up in an office chair. he's radiating content, curiosity, happiness. he could spend all day coaxing his nose into working enough to find the best spices, find the hottest peppers. he'll come back to look tomorrow, he thinks. right now, he doesn't want to be distracted. he doesn't want this emotion to stop.

when therion takes his hand, he is so, so like, casual about it. he does not call attention to it, he doesn't try to cling or make much more move to hold it more tightly because he's afraid if he does, therion will let go. he's a little nervous about it himself - again, the public eye has him twitchy - but he likes it. it makes his whole body warm, makes his nose a little pink to match his hair.

he decides on curry and naan and orders enough that they'll have leftovers. and therion's suggestion is just fine with him, because he's starting to flag a bit himself. he's tired after the drive, and this much walking means that his leg is actually starting to ache. there's a general sense of relief on his face when therion says they should go back to the room. ]

Yes. I'd like some quiet.

[ he says, a little ruefully. he can see that the crowds are stressing therion out a bit too, so. ]

... Lead the way?

[ you don't have to let go, he thinks. ]

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