( they had already established that this isn't a date, because dante certainly doesn't want to end up in a place where they're being "courted" by one of the sinners. so... it's an outing! they're just two individuals who know one another out in the City, likely to end up learning more about one another as they embark on this ridiculous and silly quest for pizza. really, it's so inconsequential in the grand scheme of things, but as far as dante's memories are concerned, they haven't really had a lot of time for inconsequential things? it's basically been one mission for a Golden Bough after another, with the brief exception of what happened with the chicken restaurants...
so something like this might seem rote and boring to most others, but to dante it's novel enough that they are a little excited and nervous to be doing it at all. )
< It's not an issue... I just don't want the others to get the wrong idea. I mean — I - I intended for it to mean that no one should be kissing or sleeping together on the bus, so...! >
( isn't that what it means?? their amnesia affects their memories, not their general knowledge or comprehension of language — they are pretty sure that's what it means. but what if they're wrong? has language shifted in the brief period of time between whenever they had been certain of what it'd meant before their head being removed and after? what can they even believe at this point?!
congratulations, hong lu. you've successfully begun gaslighting the manager. )
But isn't that what you do when you "hook up", spend time together?
[ gaslighting his manager? he would never do that, probably, sometimes it just ends up that way when you're searching for a specific king pizza within the city. his eyes take a brief look around the location as he takes in the appearance of the buildings, and even how the people dress when they walk by. there's numbers that dangle over shops that read if the location is overcapacity of guests, or if they're taking only so many more until they lock their doors. ]
We sleep together all the time, Dante. Me, you, and everyone else. [ that's the only thing to do on the bus at night, but he understands exactly what they mean by that since the kissing is paired with the other. ]
I understand you wouldn't kiss or sleep with me, but that's having sex, so wouldn't it be best to say that than "hooking up?"
[ hooking up is just having a good time! the fact that hong lu can accept that dante has no interest in him is fine, but the bit of stuttering — hesitant ticking? sticking? he wouldn't know what to call it only makes him laugh as he stops in place, eyes glancing at a shop not too far away with a pizza symbol built on top. does he make a comment about dante's response, or should he focus on the mission at hand?
well. ]
So wouldn't that make "hooking up" as you said "spending time together?"
[ he's cooking, he's gaslighting, he doesn't know shit in this new-age world and was sheltered most of his life, it's how dante is letting the idiot drive the car. ]
( okay, at this point, dante is certain that hong lu is fucking with them.
they reach up to their head in desperation, the cogs and gears inside catching in a low, grinding sound. in hong lu's mind, it translates to a slightly exasperated sigh. )
< You know what I mean! >
( at this point they don't know what to do! should they accept hong lu's word about this, or should they go with their gut that they know damn well what hooking up means, even though they can't for the life of them even recall their own history on the subject prior to their head being exchanged for this prosthetic. at the end of the day, it's relatively inconsequential — the only reason they'd sent that message to the sinners was because they and vergilius had noticed several of them getting a little too close of late. but that having been said... )
< I just, I didn't want to have to say - everyone should know that's what I meant when I said "hooking up," right? That's usually what it means...! I feel like you're getting it mixed up with "hanging out"! >
( they're way too wrapped up in semantics and anxious about this whole thing to notice the nearby pizza joint. )
< Ugh... I really don't want to have to clarify this with everyone... >
[ the horror of it all as he begins to offer his fantastic plan which won't be that fantastic because of who it is. really, dante should prepare themselves to cut hong lu off before he even tries. ]
You could make a information pamphlet, those are normally used in common society?
[ it would have the how tos and the do nots of what could come of certain situations, and it worked until it didn't. ]
We can use ourselves as examples. [ he lifts one hand to grab dante's gloved one, his fingers slipping between the cracks of theirs, and proceeds to walk then to the pizza joint as he doesn't think the other has noticed. ] If we take pictures, we can demonstrate what is "hooking up" and what is "hanging out".
[ he doesn't know if that'll work well with the sinners, but it means that dante won't have to talk to them face to face, and that sounds like what they're getting at as they dread the idea of it. ]
( they're so flabbergasted by the suggestion, by how ridiculous it would be both logistically and in practice, that they don't even have the mental bandwidth to process hong lu taking their hand. his fingers slip easily between theirs, skin separated only by the thin layer of cloth that was their gloves. even through them they can feel the warmth of another person, that casual and carefree intimacy as they proceed down the street towards the pizza place that hong lu had identified. )
< But we would only need to give it to the other sinners... Isn't a pamphlet more something you would print to distribute to a lot more people than that? >
( they do see the pizza joint now, which is at least one point of satisfaction in this little side-quest. at least hong lu would have the option of pizza, even if it's not the fancy kind he wants...
though... dante continues to consider what he proposed. they look to him suspiciously. )
< And that wouldn't just be an excuse to get into - compromising positions, would it? >
[ as if the sinners as a group doesn't make an army of fifty with what they're able to do, but it sounds like a good idea to hong lu as he suggested it himself. the reason he even proposed a pamphlet were for those who'd forget as soon as they heard it: individuals like don and heathcliff, and then there's others like faust and ishmael that would keep it in mind. it's not that they are the types to go out and find people to flirt and hook up with, but you never know considering this shouldn't have been a problem in the first place. ]
What counts as compromising positions? [ he asks, eyes wide with curiosity as he looks down to dante, and his words are just as innocent as his intentions.
as they finally stand in front of the double doors of the pizzeria that he turns to dante, hand still in his own, and his other lifts up to settle under the crook of his manager's "chin", tilting the prosthetic up so that dante can get a good look at hong lu. there's a smile, sincere as always, leaning in close so that his nose can nuzzle against the center where the hour and minute hand meets.
embarrassing, sure, but hong lu's having the time of their life especially when a customer comes out of the food place, walking around them with a meek "e-excuse me," due to the pda. ]
( yes, hong lu, dante is aware that you had a rather insulated upbringing due to your family, but you at least still remember all of the formative years of your life... dante doesn't remember anything past the last few weeks! they might not have even really known for-sure what all it was they were forbidding from the Sinners from doing on the bus if vergilius hadn't broached the topic with them — and then, upon their confusion, charon had chimed in with some alarmingly specific examples in that matter-of-fact tone of hers...
it had been mortifying...
dante is too busy remembering that moment when hong lu arrests their forward movement in the door to the pizzeria; they stop in place, making a singular tock sound that seems to ring in hong lu's mind as a nonverbal "?" before the Sinner's other hand finds the lowest point of the circumference of their face. they go still, surprised at how they feel his finger there (except not? it's like how they can "see" but without seeing?), but that surprise is nothing compared to the alarm that shoots through them as hong lu leans in to nuzzle his nose against the central point of dante's face, where the two clock-hands conjoin.
this, too, they can "feel;" this, and the bloom of warm breath, like bizarre sensory static tangling up their perception of their surroundings.
dante trembles slightly, and they tick, tick, tick, tick pensively to themself, but there's no verbal meaning to it; it's like they're thinking, slowly, trying to process. )
Fufu, you're stuttering, are you nervous around me?
[ hong lu surmises just from the other's reactions, it's amazing how normal ticks can equate to the other's embarrassment that the sinner notices in their voice. as adorable as it is, he can't help but find himself endeared by it, his nose still brushing against the conjoined clock-hands, and then pulls away right after to give the other some space. distance might be enough to ease their concerns and worries, but that doesn't stop hong lu lowers one hand against the other's waist, resting his palm there, and pulling them closer so that his hand can now stop at the small of dante's back. ]
This one isn't too bad, is it...
[ chest to chest, knowing full well that this may get him in trouble in the long run. ]
If it is, then we have two out of ten positions to show them which are bad. Can you guess what the other eight are like?
[ it's probably best for dante to not answer that, because whatever the answer happens to be, it's nothing good with how affectionate hong lu is with them. though, the innocent expression on his face says that he isn't up to anything that bad, and only seems to have dante's best interests in mind along with the pamphlet they have to make later.
there is some guy standing behind them wondering if they'll hurry up. ]
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( they had already established that this isn't a date, because dante certainly doesn't want to end up in a place where they're being "courted" by one of the sinners. so... it's an outing! they're just two individuals who know one another out in the City, likely to end up learning more about one another as they embark on this ridiculous and silly quest for pizza. really, it's so inconsequential in the grand scheme of things, but as far as dante's memories are concerned, they haven't really had a lot of time for inconsequential things? it's basically been one mission for a Golden Bough after another, with the brief exception of what happened with the chicken restaurants...
so something like this might seem rote and boring to most others, but to dante it's novel enough that they are a little excited and nervous to be doing it at all. )
< It's not an issue... I just don't want the others to get the wrong idea. I mean — I - I intended for it to mean that no one should be kissing or sleeping together on the bus, so...! >
( isn't that what it means?? their amnesia affects their memories, not their general knowledge or comprehension of language — they are pretty sure that's what it means. but what if they're wrong? has language shifted in the brief period of time between whenever they had been certain of what it'd meant before their head being removed and after? what can they even believe at this point?!
congratulations, hong lu. you've successfully begun gaslighting the manager. )
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[ gaslighting his manager? he would never do that, probably, sometimes it just ends up that way when you're searching for a specific king pizza within the city. his eyes take a brief look around the location as he takes in the appearance of the buildings, and even how the people dress when they walk by. there's numbers that dangle over shops that read if the location is overcapacity of guests, or if they're taking only so many more until they lock their doors. ]
We sleep together all the time, Dante. Me, you, and everyone else. [ that's the only thing to do on the bus at night, but he understands exactly what they mean by that since the kissing is paired with the other. ]
I understand you wouldn't kiss or sleep with me, but that's having sex, so wouldn't it be best to say that than "hooking up?"
[ hooking up is just having a good time! the fact that hong lu can accept that dante has no interest in him is fine, but the bit of stuttering — hesitant ticking? sticking? he wouldn't know what to call it only makes him laugh as he stops in place, eyes glancing at a shop not too far away with a pizza symbol built on top. does he make a comment about dante's response, or should he focus on the mission at hand?
well. ]
So wouldn't that make "hooking up" as you said "spending time together?"
[ he's cooking, he's gaslighting, he doesn't know shit in this new-age world and was sheltered most of his life, it's how dante is letting the idiot drive the car. ]
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they reach up to their head in desperation, the cogs and gears inside catching in a low, grinding sound. in hong lu's mind, it translates to a slightly exasperated sigh. )
< You know what I mean! >
( at this point they don't know what to do! should they accept hong lu's word about this, or should they go with their gut that they know damn well what hooking up means, even though they can't for the life of them even recall their own history on the subject prior to their head being exchanged for this prosthetic. at the end of the day, it's relatively inconsequential — the only reason they'd sent that message to the sinners was because they and vergilius had noticed several of them getting a little too close of late. but that having been said... )
< I just, I didn't want to have to say - everyone should know that's what I meant when I said "hooking up," right? That's usually what it means...! I feel like you're getting it mixed up with "hanging out"! >
( they're way too wrapped up in semantics and anxious about this whole thing to notice the nearby pizza joint. )
< Ugh... I really don't want to have to clarify this with everyone... >
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[ the horror of it all as he begins to offer his fantastic plan which won't be that fantastic because of who it is. really, dante should prepare themselves to cut hong lu off before he even tries. ]
You could make a information pamphlet, those are normally used in common society?
[ it would have the how tos and the do nots of what could come of certain situations, and it worked until it didn't. ]
We can use ourselves as examples. [ he lifts one hand to grab dante's gloved one, his fingers slipping between the cracks of theirs, and proceeds to walk then to the pizza joint as he doesn't think the other has noticed. ] If we take pictures, we can demonstrate what is "hooking up" and what is "hanging out".
[ he doesn't know if that'll work well with the sinners, but it means that dante won't have to talk to them face to face, and that sounds like what they're getting at as they dread the idea of it. ]
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( they're so flabbergasted by the suggestion, by how ridiculous it would be both logistically and in practice, that they don't even have the mental bandwidth to process hong lu taking their hand. his fingers slip easily between theirs, skin separated only by the thin layer of cloth that was their gloves. even through them they can feel the warmth of another person, that casual and carefree intimacy as they proceed down the street towards the pizza place that hong lu had identified. )
< But we would only need to give it to the other sinners... Isn't a pamphlet more something you would print to distribute to a lot more people than that? >
( they do see the pizza joint now, which is at least one point of satisfaction in this little side-quest. at least hong lu would have the option of pizza, even if it's not the fancy kind he wants...
though... dante continues to consider what he proposed. they look to him suspiciously. )
< And that wouldn't just be an excuse to get into - compromising positions, would it? >
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What counts as compromising positions? [ he asks, eyes wide with curiosity as he looks down to dante, and his words are just as innocent as his intentions.
as they finally stand in front of the double doors of the pizzeria that he turns to dante, hand still in his own, and his other lifts up to settle under the crook of his manager's "chin", tilting the prosthetic up so that dante can get a good look at hong lu. there's a smile, sincere as always, leaning in close so that his nose can nuzzle against the center where the hour and minute hand meets.
embarrassing, sure, but hong lu's having the time of their life especially when a customer comes out of the food place, walking around them with a meek "e-excuse me," due to the pda. ]
Is this one?
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( yes, hong lu, dante is aware that you had a rather insulated upbringing due to your family, but you at least still remember all of the formative years of your life... dante doesn't remember anything past the last few weeks! they might not have even really known for-sure what all it was they were forbidding from the Sinners from doing on the bus if vergilius hadn't broached the topic with them — and then, upon their confusion, charon had chimed in with some alarmingly specific examples in that matter-of-fact tone of hers...
it had been mortifying...
dante is too busy remembering that moment when hong lu arrests their forward movement in the door to the pizzeria; they stop in place, making a singular tock sound that seems to ring in hong lu's mind as a nonverbal "?" before the Sinner's other hand finds the lowest point of the circumference of their face. they go still, surprised at how they feel his finger there (except not? it's like how they can "see" but without seeing?), but that surprise is nothing compared to the alarm that shoots through them as hong lu leans in to nuzzle his nose against the central point of dante's face, where the two clock-hands conjoin.
this, too, they can "feel;" this, and the bloom of warm breath, like bizarre sensory static tangling up their perception of their surroundings.
dante trembles slightly, and they tick, tick, tick, tick pensively to themself, but there's no verbal meaning to it; it's like they're thinking, slowly, trying to process. )
< Y... Yes! That's one!! >
( said as a thin, shrill whistle. )
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[ hong lu surmises just from the other's reactions, it's amazing how normal ticks can equate to the other's embarrassment that the sinner notices in their voice. as adorable as it is, he can't help but find himself endeared by it, his nose still brushing against the conjoined clock-hands, and then pulls away right after to give the other some space. distance might be enough to ease their concerns and worries, but that doesn't stop hong lu lowers one hand against the other's waist, resting his palm there, and pulling them closer so that his hand can now stop at the small of dante's back. ]
This one isn't too bad, is it...
[ chest to chest, knowing full well that this may get him in trouble in the long run. ]
If it is, then we have two out of ten positions to show them which are bad. Can you guess what the other eight are like?
[ it's probably best for dante to not answer that, because whatever the answer happens to be, it's nothing good with how affectionate hong lu is with them. though, the innocent expression on his face says that he isn't up to anything that bad, and only seems to have dante's best interests in mind along with the pamphlet they have to make later.
there is some guy standing behind them wondering if they'll hurry up. ]