[The real tragedy is he'd describe Saya the same way to MK. Because she is special and has an effect on people and he knows it terrified MK. It's just he didn't describe the way MK altered his brain chemistry like Saya did. For different reasons, but the fact of the matter was they both came in and altered how he thought in pretty big ways.]
[He understands why they feel threatened.]
[It's the same way he feels threatened by Wukong. Some people just have a large enough impact by just existing, it's hard to not be scared.]
[He didn't know what he would have done if MK had said he couldn't share. It was why it was the first thing he chose to talk about after feelings. It was the one factor he had to know other than MK's feelings before he could make even a single step into their relationship.]
[There is some desperation in that kiss. He can tell and it's hard to not want to pursue more. His grip tightening briefly over the mark.]
[He is going to be wearing the hairpin as much as possible.]
[He presses his forehead to hers, his other arm tightening around her.] Will it make it easier or harder for you? [A soft murmur.]
[ It might come back to bite him at some point that she heard what she did. That she thinks MK is the special one and she's what he had to settle for when he thought MK didn't want him. It's wholly possible that it might become a thing she can't hide. ]
Easier. I don't want to run off like I'm being chased. And I love nothing more than being with you. [ This is definitely not a separation she wants. ]
I think it would be good for both of us to linger here. It's a pretty view, and you made delicious things to eat, and we could savor each other since we'll have to be apart for a while.
[Red Son is doing his best to navigate the minefield of his two partners having The Worst Self Esteem. He'll get there eventually. Hopefully.]
[....frankly, thank Buddha Mei is full of self esteem because someone in his love life has to have a positive amount.]
Okay. I'd like that. [There is a soft sigh. A bit of a relief. He honestly wasn't prepared for the separation. He was kind of hoping the worst she'd run off and he'd have to go after her. Not...this request.]
[He can prepare himself while trying to soak up as much of her as he could.]
[Finally, he actually loosens his arm around her, no longer holding her here in case she was to try and run. Moving to take her hand in one of his as he reached into the basket.] I made a dumpling recipe of my father's. Its been a while since I've tried doing it, but its good for picnics and spice levels.
[He squeezes her hand, threading their fingers together as he pulls out the container. It takes a bit, but he even manages to open it one handed.]
[He leans against her side, holding up the container of perfectly made meat buns with incredibly spicy filling. Since he's long since learned what she can handle and enjoy.]
[ Saya takes the hint and shifts around so that she's sitting behind him and he can either recline back against her or rest his head in her lap, dealer's choice. ]
[ She will take a meat bun and try it, having no trouble with the spice. She waits until her mouth is empty to speak. ] It's delicious. It's going to take me five thousand years to make something like that.
[Hm, he's going to lay to rest his head in her lap. Because he wants to be able to see her. It may be less physical contact, but he can enjoy her smile more like this.]
[He smiles fondly, kissing the back of her hand.] I'm sure it won't take that long. I'm sure it'll only be two thousand.
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[He understands why they feel threatened.]
[It's the same way he feels threatened by Wukong. Some people just have a large enough impact by just existing, it's hard to not be scared.]
[He didn't know what he would have done if MK had said he couldn't share. It was why it was the first thing he chose to talk about after feelings. It was the one factor he had to know other than MK's feelings before he could make even a single step into their relationship.]
[There is some desperation in that kiss. He can tell and it's hard to not want to pursue more. His grip tightening briefly over the mark.]
[He is going to be wearing the hairpin as much as possible.]
[He presses his forehead to hers, his other arm tightening around her.] Will it make it easier or harder for you? [A soft murmur.]
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Easier. I don't want to run off like I'm being chased. And I love nothing more than being with you. [ This is definitely not a separation she wants. ]
I think it would be good for both of us to linger here. It's a pretty view, and you made delicious things to eat, and we could savor each other since we'll have to be apart for a while.
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[....frankly, thank Buddha Mei is full of self esteem because someone in his love life has to have a positive amount.]
Okay. I'd like that. [There is a soft sigh. A bit of a relief. He honestly wasn't prepared for the separation. He was kind of hoping the worst she'd run off and he'd have to go after her. Not...this request.]
[He can prepare himself while trying to soak up as much of her as he could.]
[Finally, he actually loosens his arm around her, no longer holding her here in case she was to try and run. Moving to take her hand in one of his as he reached into the basket.] I made a dumpling recipe of my father's. Its been a while since I've tried doing it, but its good for picnics and spice levels.
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[ He's welcome to her hand, since she can't do much about the rest of it. ]
Oh? I'm looking forward to trying it. [ Saya likes everything, but his father's recipe sounds especially like something she'd want to taste. ]
[ She rubs the back of his hand with her thumb. It's going to be okay, she promises. ]
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[He leans against her side, holding up the container of perfectly made meat buns with incredibly spicy filling. Since he's long since learned what she can handle and enjoy.]
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[ She will take a meat bun and try it, having no trouble with the spice. She waits until her mouth is empty to speak. ] It's delicious. It's going to take me five thousand years to make something like that.
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[He smiles fondly, kissing the back of her hand.] I'm sure it won't take that long. I'm sure it'll only be two thousand.
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[ But she is indeed smiling. ]