Literally so, yes. Which... to answer what your next question I think may be [ "does that make you a prince" ] -- yes. Do bear in mind this was centuries ago, though.
[ a beat, and then -- xie lian scratches his cheek and laughs, sheepishly. ] Eheh... [ that's a yes. ]
Haha... sorry. If it helps, the kingdom has been gone for so long, it doesn't really matter. I only really think of it because people sometimes still call me "your highness", but even that's new.
[ he seems fairly unperturbed by this, taking a bite of whatever food he ordered. tasty! ]
Mn - and, not really. I've had a lot of time. [ to get. that bad at cooking. he also starved for like... seven hundred years, but he is also not dropping that emotional spaghetti on alex right now. he doesn't seem too perturbed by his own memory drop, so that's good, at least... time for another one from alex, ]
So I should just keep calling you as I have been, and not dropping any titles in there as well?
[ she looks more amused than anything. she couldn't really think about calling him something too fancy, not after she's seen him destroy meatballs and failing to open doors. ]
That's... impressive in its own way, Xie Lian. [ she's leaning over to try a bit of one of the dishes he's got on the table and, of course, sticks her hand right through a bubble thatpopsintoexistencerightwhereherhandwasgoing. ]
as xie lian comes out of the memory, he takes a sharp, surprised breath. alex's "why did it have to be me" echoes in the back of his mind, and it takes him one blink, two blinks, three to try and force himself to reality once more. ]
...Miss Alex. [ he says, softly, because -- what else do you say? his voice is heavy, compassion and sorrow and recognition for so much pain, all at once. he reaches across the table, where her hand was, and immediately covers it with his own. ]
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[ she leans forward a little listening to what he’s saying. ]
We do the most intense things for the people we love. Even eating food that isn’t well made.
... did you just cook the way for so long it overtook the cooking you were actually able to do?
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[ a beat, and then -- xie lian scratches his cheek and laughs, sheepishly. ] Eheh... [ that's a yes. ]
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[ ... ] That must've taken a lot of work.
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[ he seems fairly unperturbed by this, taking a bite of whatever food he ordered. tasty! ]
Mn - and, not really. I've had a lot of time. [ to get. that bad at cooking. he also starved for like... seven hundred years, but he is also not dropping that emotional spaghetti on alex right now. he doesn't seem too perturbed by his own memory drop, so that's good, at least... time for another one from alex, ]
cw: gore, decapitation (... haha...)
[ she looks more amused than anything. she couldn't really think about calling him something too fancy, not after she's seen him destroy meatballs and failing to open doors. ]
That's... impressive in its own way, Xie Lian. [ she's leaning over to try a bit of one of the dishes he's got on the table and, of course, sticks her hand right through a bubble that pops into existence right where her hand was going. ]
OOF
as xie lian comes out of the memory, he takes a sharp, surprised breath. alex's "why did it have to be me" echoes in the back of his mind, and it takes him one blink, two blinks, three to try and force himself to reality once more. ]
...Miss Alex. [ he says, softly, because -- what else do you say? his voice is heavy, compassion and sorrow and recognition for so much pain, all at once. he reaches across the table, where her hand was, and immediately covers it with his own. ]
oo-oof...
I really, really don't like it when they just pop up like that.