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Yes.

[If he trusts Miu is not a hard question, and he does not really think about answering it, because there really is only one correct answer.]

I do not mind if you do read my mind, though, since that is a thing that it sounds like you always do and I never noticed. I think it would be very hard to entirely stop and you already said that I am very loud. If I am very loud and you heard anyway, would you be very angry with yourself?

[After he asks this, though, he studies her back, trying to see if her question of trust holds any kind of double meaning. She has spent the last however-many minutes declaring that lying is easy and people are inherently cruel. Was it supposed to have been a test? Though maybe it does not matter. He is not asking her to trust him. He trusts him.

However, he is very distracted by the way she is rubbing his face, and his soul might leave his body if she keeps doing it. He tries to cover her fingers so they stop moving while he is still able to think.]

And do not worry. You are wrong, so that will probably help me prove it.

[She nods, some of the tension leaving her. He says he trusts her and even after everything she said, she... She wants to believe that. She wants to believe that he’s telling the truth. Everyone lies, sure, but maybe not always. She tries to be truthful most of the time too, after all, and if he says he trusts her she’ll try to make sure there’s n reason for him to want to take it back.]

Not if it’s an accident. But I mean, I won’t purposefully go digging around in your head. I won’t invade your privacy like that.

[He stops her from moving her fingers so much and she smiles, not having to be a mind reader to know he doesn’t know what to do about her attention.

And then she laughs, the noise startled out of her by how matter-of-fact and frank he is about it. Miu can’t even be mad. Instead she laughs again and pulls him down, standing up on tiptoe to press her mouth to his.

It’s a brief, chaste kiss, but a kiss all the same as she pulls away at length.] Okay. Then do your best. I’ll be waiting.

[!?!?!?!]

Oh. Okay.

[!?!?!?!]

I will do my best.

[!?!?!?!?...

It takes a long, solid moment for his brain to come back from where Miu sent it, but when it does, he gives her a broad smile. He is more than a little pleased, and a lot is happening in his chest that he does not have a name for.]

You kissed me! What was that for?

[Miu makes to pull her hands away, feeling the flutter of uncertainty turn into more pleasant butterflies as he smiles at her and her answer is another laugh.]

I did! [Kiss him, she means, and she laughs again, looking embarrassed and a little uncertain] What do you mean ‘what was that for’? Do I need a reason? Maybe I just wanted to! Maybe I wanted to see if I’d like it!

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[Her answer sounds a little like nonsense to him, but he does not know enough to question it. What he does do, however, is release her so that it is easier for her to drop her hands, and for a moment he misses the touch. However, a lack of hands on his face allows him a suddenly crucial freedom of movement.]

Well, I liked it, but now does that mean it is my turn to kiss you back?

[He had been surprised, after all. He bends down, just a little, to peer at her face for a reaction.]

That’s— [She’d really not been expecting this. See, in her head, she had a minor script for how she thought this would go and how he’d react. She’d expected him to get flustered, she’d expected to still be on top here.

But he hadn’t seemed all that embarrassed. Had it just not hit him that they’d kissed or what any of it was supposed to mean?

...Did Miu even know what it was supposed to mean? It had been largely impulse mixed with a genuine desire to do so, but...

Her face turns pink and she twists her fingers together nervously, trying to regain her composure.] W-well. Well! I... wouldn’t mind. If you wanted to.

[!!Offer of kiss accepted!!

Jingyi lights up. He thinks she is extremely cute when she is flustered and blushing, and it is very much an improvement over being teary-eyed or cold. He likes it a lot more, and not just because the warm feeling is directed at him. He is sure he must also feel that way even if it were not. If offering to kiss her makes this happen, though, he will do it again and again.]

Okay!

[His agreement is swift and his smile does not dim, and he leans in to try and give her a quick peck on the lips. A chaste press, just to see, very much similar to the one that she had surprised him with just before. He does not know what he is doing, but that seems like something he cannot mess up.]

[Jeez, enthusiastic!

But it’s cute. Dammit, it’s cute, and he’s cute and she’s not sure if she irritated by it or not. Her breath hitches and she lifts her head up to meet the kiss and it’s— It’d be too cliche to call it ‘perfect,’ but Miu thinks this is as close as it might get. It’s sweet and nice, there’s no expectations. He’s clearly unpracticed and it shows, but not in a way that really irritates her.

She reaches up to slide her arms around his neck and keep him from pulling away too far, daring to tentatively deepen the kiss. Not much, she doesn’t go as far as trying to shove her tongue in his mouth or anything, but when she pulls away her breathing is a bit heavier, eyes a little dazed.

Then the corner of her mouth curls into a lazy little smile, her voice barely above a whisper.]

A-yi... You can kiss me whenever you like from here on.

[Jingyi does not, in fact, mess it up! (This is great!) The kiss is just a tiny smooch, and he is prepared to break away when Miu wraps him up and he freezes. His hands come halfway up, startled into not-quite-grabbing her shoulders, and he kisses back. The kiss is just a single notch more intense and, on his part, a little bit testing, slightly experimental, like he is not sure what he has done to be this lucky and equally as unsure as what he can yet do with something like a kiss.

When Miu drops away, he is equally as dazed and more than a little ruffled. He is also less quick to recover, and when she speaks to him he nods immediately and blinks at her.]

That sounds like a great idea. You too. Can, that is. Kiss me.

[That sounds right. Right? Right. He likes the sound of his name in her voice.

It is really only then, when he is smiling at her, feeling a little stupid, when he remembers where they are and the event that they have just flailed their way through. And that it is probably not the best play to try and kiss her again.]

Oh. [He turns his head to blink at the venue.] We are just. Standing here. We should probably escape while we can.

[Jingyi is warm and solid and Miu finds she has no real desire to pull away. In fact, the idea of just curling up against him and dozing in the sunlight has a pretty high appeal... Up until he speaks up and bring reality crashing back in around them.

She blinks and unwinds her arms from him, stepping back as she looks around; it’s not as though people are paying them any mind, but there are still people milling about. It’s not a completely deserted area.]

Oh. Right. We should probably be getting home anyhow...

[Hrm. He really should have thought this through, because Miu pulls away and he can't help but be disappointed. But.]

I will go with you to Jeopardy.

[On the one hand, he certainly does not mind standing in the middle of even a crowd and trying to make Miu blush. On the other hand, he...no. No, there is no other hand. He is just an idiot. What had he said anything for?]

We need to tell Hanguang-Jun and Zewu-Jun that we are fine, since there was a small disaster. If they hear this from someone else, they will worry.

[Ah. That's why.]

[She hesitates a moment before nodding, not particularly keen on having the moment between them end right now anyhow. She reaches out and takes his hand though, wandering in the direction of the nearest transporter. Thing. Whatever it was called.]

I’ll tell Hanguang-jun, and you can tell Zewu-jun? [She tilts her head, glancing to him] Since Zewu-jun’s your dad now and all...Feels like he should be your responsibility.

I think they’re going to worry a little anyhow though. I think that’s what fathers are supposed to do.

[Jingyi grips Miu's hand with something akin to marvel. This whole event had been surreal. He follows Miu a half-step behind as they head toward the out.

When she mentions dad, however, he makes a small noise.]

That is right. [More awe. What is going ON in his LIFE.] Zewu-Jun is my dad now. How is this even possible?

[He looses a laugh.]

How much do you think he will let me get away with now that he is not just my sect leader?

Our lives turned so weird, huh. [Seriously, what the hell was this. She’d been an up-and-coming actress and model, purposefully socially isolating herself on a basis of generic hatred and disgust for humanity. And now she had a family of weird cultivators form another world?? Jesus.

But that makes her laugh too and she grins at him] Honestly? I think they’re both huge softies on the inside when it comes to us and they just don’t want anyone to know. But if I ever have to do another handstand as a punishment for longer than 5 seconds, it’ll be way too soon.

Our lives did.

[Jingyi says this with satisfaction. He...honestly has no complaints? He hopes he is not wishing for bad luck to find him by thinking such a thing.]

Oh, but they are terrifying, you do not understand. [He is enthusiastic about this and a little proprietary. After all, they are family, and they should be terrifying whether or not they also had gooey centers.] And do not worry, you will get used to handstands. After all, they are not so bad after you get used to them.

[Oh, now THAT is a lie, and a horribly blatant one. Or at least out-of-sight, out-of-mind thinking. Jingyi complains about handstands like a champ when he is suffering from them and nobody who can make him do more is within earshot.]

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