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Mm?

[Attention snapping back to Wu, shirt still up, looking over his shoulder.]

Yeah?

Um... what's that?

[ Wu waggles a finger at the tattoo, pursing his lips against a smile. ]

[He looks down, what's what- oh-- Oh. Groan. He'd almost forgotten about that.

S i G H!]

That-

[As he puts his shirt back down, no more 4 u]

-is my tattoo. Sodder hates me, I keep sayin

[ That's his tattoo. Like the big antlers that span over Wu's back. He bites his lip, but he can't hold back a laugh this time ]

It's so cute! I wish mine was cute!

[AyHuP. Real big badass over here like a my little pony.

Raleigh scoffs.]

Oh yeah? You wanna trade?

I would if I could, buddy.

[ Still laughing, he shakes his head, leaning back on the couch. ]

Sodder probably thinks she's funny. And maybe she is!

[Maybe she is. He sure got the short end of the stock when he showed up. Chuck got a ton of cool shit and him? Just shit. Figures.]

Well what's yours then, Mr. Cool?

It's on my back, too.

[ But very different. He scoots forward, not really minding showing Raleigh. For once, Wu isn't wearing a suit, but just a sweater that's a little too big for him. His arm is still in a sling, so getting his shirt off isn't exactly easy. ]

You can look if you want.

[ If he does, he'll see thin antlers stretching across Wu's back, over his shoulder blades. ]

Not really convenient for the whole touch-the-tattoo if Deerington's making you crazy thing.

Yeah, I can imagine.. intimate.

[Easier if someone else touches it. He and Chuck often find themselves curled doing exactly that. They sure did back in October and it's stuck as a habit.

Raleigh circles around to help, gently lifting Wu's sweater up so he doesn't have to jostle his arm around. Somewhere in the back of his head he wonders of its Mako's sweater on account of the size. That's cute if it is. Raleigh, himself, has been caught in Chuck's clothes several times.

A low whistle and he lets the fabric go. Tattoos are a much better subject than the elephant in the room.]

Very nice. I'd definitely trade.

I wouldn't mind yours! I can't really see mine.

[ Although, Mako likes his tattoos, as much as he can for Deerington tattoos.

And it is Mako's sweater, pilfered from the clothes that Mako brought over during the week Wu was gone.

What elephant? Wu isn't acting like there is one at all. He isn't really thinking about the circumstances of his death. He doesn't want to. He just wants to be here with his friend. Wu turns to him with a small smile, patting the couch next to him. If he sits down, Wu will lean against his side with a soft sigh, his eyes falling shut ]

I haven't been this sick in... years! Not since a flu went around Ba Sing Se, and one of the servants must have given it to me. Auntie was so mad, said I shouldn't be having enough contact with servants to get sick.

[Yes please, let's just ignore all that and move forward. Stay in the moment. That's what Raleigh is best at.

He sits and smiles as Wu cuddles in, happy to lend himself as a leaning post. But he can do one better and puts his arm over the back of the couch. More comfortable for the both of them. C'mere. Have a cuddle. Raleigh smells like wood fire, soft vanilla and old books.]

Oh? She sounds like a piece of work. Servants woulda done just about everything for you, right? How could you avoid them?"

[ Cuddles sound great, and let Wu stop supporting his own weight, which is far too hard right now ]

Ah, yes. She wasn't exactly a reasonable person. But she was the Queen.

[ He sighs and closes his eyes. Then, softly: ]

I'm glad you're here.

[That warms his black, angry heart, Wu, it really does.]

I'm glad to be here.

[And he really means that. It's such a relief to sit with his friend, safe and sound again. Raleigh tries not to think about the circumstances, he really does, but he can't help it. The idea that someone would pick him for fun, for murder, makes the rage hiding just under his skin vibrate. He's beyond pissed off and no amount of cuddles will quell the teeth and claws he plans to sink into Sam Winchester.]

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