& sometimes you c l o s e your eyes & see the place where you use to live when you were young
Invade my muse's personal space! Send "you're warm" to see my muse's reaction to yours randomly cuddling up to them.
Harsh / Grim Starter Sentences:
- "You’re too pretty to drink."
- "I’ll give you fifty bucks for the rest of that bottle."
- "God, what have you been drinking?!"
- "You got into a fight, didn’t you."
- "I told you! No more fights with strangers!
- "Look at me when I’m talking to you, maggot."
- "Look at you. Pathetic."
- "I wish we’d never met."
- "Sometimes I swear I want to snap your fucking neck."
- "You need to stop running."
- "You were drunk last night. You said some things."
- "Have the rest of the bottle. You need it more than I do."
- "Got a light? God, I need a smoke."
- "How’d you get those bruises?"
- "Fucking coward. You wouldn’t survive a day in my shoes."
Map of Gotham City from Batman Gotham City Secret Files & Origins 2000-04 947x1512
"When super-villains want to scare each other, they tell Joker stories."
"There’s…different styles? How-How many styles of noodles are there?"
He blinked several times at her, his eyebrow raising. “Uhm—I…I don’t speak Chinese. S-Sorry.”
A nod. "I don't know. There are different places that have many recipes...and also different noodle thickness."
Lynx swore quietly under her breath--she had spoken in Mandarin too, the dialect he would know if he did know any Chinese. Closing her eyes, she willed the word to appear. It started with an ess--
"Sold?" Lynx finally managed, barely audible, a hand coming up to mimic the pouring of salt over a dish. She knew it wasn't the right word, but she hoped she was close enough that, with her miming he'd be able to guess.
"Is that why you came here? To jog my memory?"
"You have to ask? Perhaps it's good that I am here."
{ +1 Wandering Chinatown }
Mei-Yee let out a huff, exasperated, as she turned, double and triple checking to ensure she was driving on the correct side of the road. Only after another car sped past her did she ease her foot on the gas and speed up, confident in her place, though her knuckles were still stretched and white where she gripped the steering wheel. She couldn't help the thought that hiding out with the Golden Dragons had been less stressful than this and the ends of her mouth quirked up. It seemed like she was minutes away from crashing just before seeing her daughter. But she couldn't, being late was unacceptable. As it was, she had left an hour earlier than she needed to, just in case. And to allow time to drive cautiously.
Finally--
Mei-Yee was on the right road and that much closer to getting out of the vehicle which would surely be her doom. It was so expensive to pay for, too, should anything happen and with each passing building counting down to his, she felt relief. Wherever she took their daughter, it would be in walking distance. Parking just outside of his place, smiling as she recognised it from her undercover days, she let her head fall back and took a few deep, calming breaths.
Relief was the wrong word to use because, now that nothing stole her attention from the front door of his place, Mei Yee could feel her heart begin pounding, dancing in her chest at the thought of seeing her daughter after all this time. Grabbing the nondescript white plastic bag with various Korean pop music merchandise, a few t-shirts, some popular dramas, and two posters sticking out of the top, Mei-Yee just hoped they were still 'cool', though, admittedly, her knowledge was minimal. She mostly just wanted everything to go well and hoped the small gift would help.
Stepping out of the car, she took a moment, smoothing down her slacks and making sure everything was in place. It would not do to look sloppy, not here. Walking to the buzzer, she hesitated for a moment, fingers hovering over the small white button, drawing the courage to ring the thing. It crackled to life and she gave a small jump, surprised that it worked unlike the ones in her apartment complex. Finally, she spoke in her controlled tone usually reserved for business.
"I am here to see my daughter. It is Mei Yee--"
Whoever was on the other end would have to let her in...Bringing her thumb up, she bit down on the nail while waiting, hoping she wouldn't have to stand outside very long despite being half an hour early...
"Is that…all it takes? Uh—yeah, I think I have those. Do-Do you need anything else?"
"For the Beijing style. Yes. And also mm--..."
Struggling for a moment, she decided to try the Chinese word, in case he knew it and, if not, to help rattle her own memory.
"食盐?"
{ +1 Wandering Chinatown }
theamazingwagner
“ 我妈呀!--
滚开要不我揍你!”
Now she wished she was in full costume with her twin blades at her back. Glancing around, she tried to find something that could be used as a weapon if needed.
« 有皮毛。蓝色的。 怪物 ! »
"I’m not really a chef—or at least when it comes to noodles. Why, can you make them?”
"Yes. It has been mm--long time but I can. Do you have ...flour and water?"
“I’m making a late night noodle run and no one can stop me—cause no one stands in the way of noodle cravings.”
"Why...-- can't you make them?"
"Getting tackled out of a window and being kissed in mid-flight is kinda hard to forget."
"Good. If it were not, I would have to do it again to help your memory."
"Hm—you almost snuck up on me. Please tell me you’re not going to tackle me out of my own window.”
"I-- that-- one time." Maybe two...but she wasn't counting...
Signs of Sham Shui Po
{ ooooookay it's been a long time. refreshed by reading all of her stuffs and i'm making icons as we speak--like if you want a starter? }
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