[ now that things have settled down, yin yu's in the garden, kneeling down in front of a patch of small purple flowers. a few of them have been removed--a closer look will reveal that he's clipping a few stems of flowers, and plucking weeds, as well.
when he's addressed, he glances upwards. yin yu's wearing his mask today, expression completely cut off--at recognizing natalie, he gives a small bow of his head in greeting. ] ...indeed.
[ there's a pause, and it seems like yin yu wants to stop, but... ] ...Do you know anything about weeding? [ he's not turning away the company. ]
They aren't as bad here as they were in the farmlands. It won't be difficult.
[ he's honestly not that much more knowledgeable--its really only the chores of the sect that ever got down to this, and ghost city doesn't exactly have weeds, but the monotony of the act is rather soothing. he moves to the side a little, and points out a few straggler green plants. ] These, here, are invasive.
All you have to do is loosen the soil around it, and -- [ grabbing onto the plant, yin yu pulls upwards. it comes out in one piece, roots included. ] --get it out all the way from the root.
[ it is, and it pulls him out of his thoughts, at least for a little while.
yin yu pauses as he reaches to pull up another weed, his hand stilling. ]
...something like that. [ he answers, eventually, returning to pull it out properly, brows furrowing behind his mask. he... ] ...we were similar. In many ways.
[ friends. or at least - starting to be. it's hard for yin yu to give himself over to anyone in any sort of capacity: it takes time, and that time was taken away. ]
[She doesn't turn to face him, or comment on the way his hands still for a brief moment. She keeps working even as he hesitates, only tilting her head slightly as he goes on.]
...It sucks.
[There's a weight to her voice that says she knows it's an understatement.]
We've got to figure out a way to make this go better next time.
...mm. [ shoutout to natalie for not prying like everyone else
but really, though, it's immeasurably comforting to think forward, instead. he's repressed just about every emotion he's ever had for most of his life, so this will inevitably be no different.
up comes another weed, pulled out with precision. ] I keep trying to think of what we missed.
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when he's addressed, he glances upwards. yin yu's wearing his mask today, expression completely cut off--at recognizing natalie, he gives a small bow of his head in greeting. ] ...indeed.
[ there's a pause, and it seems like yin yu wants to stop, but... ] ...Do you know anything about weeding? [ he's not turning away the company. ]
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Only what I learned this week, but I promise not to ruin it if you show me what to do.
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[ he's honestly not that much more knowledgeable--its really only the chores of the sect that ever got down to this, and ghost city doesn't exactly have weeds, but the monotony of the act is rather soothing. he moves to the side a little, and points out a few straggler green plants. ] These, here, are invasive.
All you have to do is loosen the soil around it, and -- [ grabbing onto the plant, yin yu pulls upwards. it comes out in one piece, roots included. ] --get it out all the way from the root.
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[She repeats the motion with another one, focusing enough on the plants that it might be a surprise when she says, with the same typical casual tone:]
Were you close?
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yin yu pauses as he reaches to pull up another weed, his hand stilling. ]
...something like that. [ he answers, eventually, returning to pull it out properly, brows furrowing behind his mask. he... ] ...we were similar. In many ways.
[ friends. or at least - starting to be. it's hard for yin yu to give himself over to anyone in any sort of capacity: it takes time, and that time was taken away. ]
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...It sucks.
[There's a weight to her voice that says she knows it's an understatement.]
We've got to figure out a way to make this go better next time.
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but really, though, it's immeasurably comforting to think forward, instead. he's repressed just about every emotion he's ever had for most of his life, so this will inevitably be no different.
up comes another weed, pulled out with precision. ] I keep trying to think of what we missed.
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[She sighs.]