The last few days were a blur, a pain to assess and all in all, he'd hoped that Richard or anyone would randomly show up, but not even Yin was able to take his mind off of things - she blabbered on and on and on and Yujin wondered if he could lose himself in her words like that, but he couldn't, there was no sustenance to them and that alone was odd. What was this? Lovesickness in its purest form? Whatever the case, it was disgusting and made him burry himself in a mountain of books again, trying to translate and discern some of the adrestian material for thrians that, for one reason or the other, didn't learn this cursed language and because Shuren was an annoyance that wanted to know despite never learning the language. Why, actually, was his father like that? To him, not only did it make no sense, no, it also was somewhat out of the ordinary - all of his siblings knew, one way or the other, Xu hat learned it from his mother, he had learned it from her and his older brother, Ruozhe had learned it from him and Xu and Fei, well, she learned it from all three of them - so this was a mess and a half. Why did his parents even have four children when only one of them was important and he, theoretically, wasn't even eligible to rule? This made no sense, maybe that blonde twerp was right, Thria was weird and whatever the truth was, it suddenly wasn't all that important anymore anyway.
His head filled with more and more holes and Yujin loathed it the more and more he thought about it. Why was he awake? Why was he thinking? What was the purpose of any of this and why was he feeling like he'd burned and crashed a good fucking while ago? None of that was something he could answer, but he knew that he might as well go and annoy the source of some of his problems, which probably was about as important as he thought it could be. Richard wouldn't be mad if he came for him, right? Sure, he could have dressed nicer, cleaner, or something like that, but at least he brought something with him - if only to keep his father away from him, or rather because it was some sort of courtesy gift he was supposed to give the old man for breaking into his house, bothering his son and then, after kicking up a storm, disappearing because he'd been told to. Fifteen whole minutes, wasn't it? For some reason, it felt like a strain, but there was no new snow, there was no pain in his leg - he theoretically was fine and yet, his body seemingly bitched and moaned regardless. Once he arrived at the hut, he knocked - again out of courtesy - and when the old man answered the door, he thrust the clay bottle in his hand and excused himself to Richards room, even though he was advised not to. Was it just him or did his old man look worse for wear, too? He didn't dare ask, though, instead he knocked at the blondes door, then opened it and went inside. Gods, it was dark and ... wow, was this guy still sleeping. "Get up", he implored Richard as he waltzed over to the bed. "We're going out."
His head filled with more and more holes and Yujin loathed it the more and more he thought about it. Why was he awake? Why was he thinking? What was the purpose of any of this and why was he feeling like he'd burned and crashed a good fucking while ago? None of that was something he could answer, but he knew that he might as well go and annoy the source of some of his problems, which probably was about as important as he thought it could be. Richard wouldn't be mad if he came for him, right? Sure, he could have dressed nicer, cleaner, or something like that, but at least he brought something with him - if only to keep his father away from him, or rather because it was some sort of courtesy gift he was supposed to give the old man for breaking into his house, bothering his son and then, after kicking up a storm, disappearing because he'd been told to. Fifteen whole minutes, wasn't it? For some reason, it felt like a strain, but there was no new snow, there was no pain in his leg - he theoretically was fine and yet, his body seemingly bitched and moaned regardless. Once he arrived at the hut, he knocked - again out of courtesy - and when the old man answered the door, he thrust the clay bottle in his hand and excused himself to Richards room, even though he was advised not to. Was it just him or did his old man look worse for wear, too? He didn't dare ask, though, instead he knocked at the blondes door, then opened it and went inside. Gods, it was dark and ... wow, was this guy still sleeping. "Get up", he implored Richard as he waltzed over to the bed. "We're going out."
Looking back, it maybe is like the toy carts you rode when you were a kid. But those toy carts could never go beyond the walls of the lawn. We want to follow the rugged concrete road beyond the wall. As we've grown, we've decided to leave behind the toy cart.