“Bro if you’re a disaster I am way more of one. You’re like— still figuring yourself out age! I’m like. Way old enough that it’s just. Like I should have my shit sorted by now you would think but I really kind of don’t and I probably never will because I’m stuck being Shang fucking Qinghua! But you— fuck, I just died because I was stupid and clumsy, you— you shouldn’t have been hurt like that, that’s—awful. I—I’ve always known was I was in for, with my king. You— didn’t have warning.” His hands twitch, he wants to reach out again, to ineptly try and comfort, but Casper stepped back, he doesn’t want it.
“You— this probably sounds stupid and patronizing especially coming from me but like— you shouldn’t call yourself a freak, you’re not— different in a bad way, you’re just… special. Good special. I’m sorry you didn’t get to have… better friends, but that doesn’t mean anything bad about you, I don’t think, like, you did your best with the hand you were dealt or whatever?” He huffs a little at the mention of fate. “Fate can fight with my system about which of them is allowed to kill me, I guess. If I’m killed by something other than my king, at least that’s— novel. And I’m not… that fragile. I mean, if you would rather I fuck off and you’re just trying to be nice about it, I can do that, I understand, I wouldn’t want me around either! Just say the word and I’ll go… some other direction!” That actually hurt more to say than when he’s tried to ask Mobei-Jun if he finds him useful, wow. He’ll go if Casper wants, but he really will not enjoy it, and it is probably more obvious on his face than he wants it to be.
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“Bro if you’re a disaster I am way more of one. You’re like— still figuring yourself out age! I’m like. Way old enough that it’s just. Like I should have my shit sorted by now you would think but I really kind of don’t and I probably never will because I’m stuck being Shang fucking Qinghua! But you— fuck, I just died because I was stupid and clumsy, you— you shouldn’t have been hurt like that, that’s—awful. I—I’ve always known was I was in for, with my king. You— didn’t have warning.” His hands twitch, he wants to reach out again, to ineptly try and comfort, but Casper stepped back, he doesn’t want it.
“You— this probably sounds stupid and patronizing especially coming from me but like— you shouldn’t call yourself a freak, you’re not— different in a bad way, you’re just… special. Good special. I’m sorry you didn’t get to have… better friends, but that doesn’t mean anything bad about you, I don’t think, like, you did your best with the hand you were dealt or whatever?” He huffs a little at the mention of fate. “Fate can fight with my system about which of them is allowed to kill me, I guess. If I’m killed by something other than my king, at least that’s— novel. And I’m not… that fragile. I mean, if you would rather I fuck off and you’re just trying to be nice about it, I can do that, I understand, I wouldn’t want me around either! Just say the word and I’ll go… some other direction!” That actually hurt more to say than when he’s tried to ask Mobei-Jun if he finds him useful, wow. He’ll go if Casper wants, but he really will not enjoy it, and it is probably more obvious on his face than he wants it to be.