siblingless | catch-all: hua cheng

[HELLO, ROOMIE... At some point late into Monday night, Sumire is going to return to their shared room looking a little bit, uh. Moist? Which is to say, she looks like she recently took the Nestea plunge in a piranha pit. Her clothes and hair are wet, and her face and arms are scratched up, a stray bite here and there.

She pauses once she spots him, glances around the room like she's wondering what to say, and then settles on a very awkward:]

... Please, excuse me.

[DON'T... MIND HER AS SHE TRACKS A LITTLE BIT OF WATER ACROSS THE FLOOR TO GRAB SOMETHING FROM THE CLOSET. IT'S FINE. THIS IS FINE.]

[ Boots discarded at the foot of his bed, and one arm folded behind his head, Hua Cheng is just - laying on his bed, fiddling with his device as he leaves absent notes in it. It's only when there's a pause that he looks away, and only through sheer virtue of being Hua Cheng does he not double take.

He does blink, though, moving to sit up. ]

You look like you've had an eventful day. [ Beat, and he does her the courtesy of. Turning his head so that she's in his blind spot.

... look, a puddle. ]

An eventful night, rather...

[It's fine. She's just rooting through the closet for her PJs, and will wait to lock herself in the bathroom before doing anything else.]

I left a note in the kitchen for everyone to see. But, ah... Be careful if you visit the river at night. If you fall in, you may be attacked by the creatures who live in it.

[ A beat of consideration, as he thinks about how Zuko had tried to get him to fetch the headband from the river on the first day they had arrived. ]

Did you get a good look at them, or are we left in the dark on what we might run into if we take an unfortunate swim?

[ Well, good to know, he guesses. ]

[She nods while sliding the closet door shut, walking over to the nightstand so she can shove her glasses into their case. How did these stay on her face during this mess? A mystery.]

Yes, they were mermaids. Tsukino-san added an illustration to the note, if you happen to come from a world without them.

[It may or may not be an accurate drawing. (Spoilers: It is not an accurate drawing.)]

[ She didn't summon her Persona so of course they stayed on - ahem, anyways. He narrows his gaze at the little puddle he's considering, not really that concerned with it since it's not really that much of a mess. ]

I can guess what they would be - we've a number of different things living in rivers alone that would probably be comparable.

[ It's fine he's used to inaccurate art. ] At least you came out of it more or less intact. Just wet.

We got lucky... If Tsukino-san hadn't thought to talk to them, it would have been a lot worse.

[Thank you, Usagi, for holding the braincell just This Once. Now that her glasses are safely tucked away, though, she squints at the floor with a frown.]

... Um, sorry. I promise I'll clean this up later.

Sometimes, you can reason with monsters enough to get out of trouble. You were absolutely lucky if that was the case - you were in their territory, where they have the advantage. A few scratches and bruises was the best case scenario.

[ But he waves his hand, getting up to grab a towel. At first, it seems like he's going to take it to the trail she's left - but he drops it on her head, instead. ]

Worry about yourself, for now. There's enough going on that getting sick on top of it wouldn't exactly be the best.

catch-all: hua cheng

week zero, monday night.

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