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[singlelogbridge]

have you tried hot cocoa?

[blackfire]

Yes.

With Clara.

[singlelogbridge]

I'm making myself a cup, do you want some?

1/2

[blackfire]

[blackfire]

If you are requesting my company, the answer is yes.

However — is something the matter?

[singlelogbridge]

I always like your company, but I really am just making cocoa.

Last winter things were a mess with Olivia and I thought it would be nice to just drink some cocoa with you since we didn't get a chance last time. Ah, maybe I'm feeling sentimental?

[blackfire]

（ ah. ）

Where?

[singlelogbridge]

Sunlight room when I'm done making them.

do you want marshmallows?

[blackfire]

Of course.

[singlelogbridge]

Hey, did I ever ask you what your favorite food is? I know you like sweets, but you know how poor my memory is about these things.

[blackfire]

You've asked.

It's all right. Dango is my favourite sweet food.

[singlelogbridge]

oh that's right, I remember now! Hmm but what about a meal not just a sweet?

[blackfire]

I'm fond of cabbage.

（ itachi that's. not a meal. ）

[singlelogbridge]

what are you, a rabbit? How is that a meal?

How about cabbage soup?

[blackfire]

I have little preference for how it's prepared. Soup is fine.

I like yamitsuki as well.

[singlelogbridge]

[Brb, asking Siri Viveca for a recipe.]

Oh, that sounds good. Alright, I have enough information for future totally not nefarious purposes, thanks.

And in the meantime, cocoa. You know we don't have chocolate where I'm from? I looked it up a while ago. It doesn't reach my part of the world for a while longer.

[blackfire]

I do appreciate that you've given up on trying to be subtle as you are aware I will realize it, and also call you on it.

Miso-glazed salmon is also adequate.

（ #helping. ）

That does not surprise me. It would have required a more robust trade route than what was available to your time.

[singlelogbridge]

It's so hard with food, I have no frame of reference. I mean I can guess at things you might like, but favorites are another story. Also you're unfairly good at reading me. I texted you your name and you knew I was in trouble! [No he's still not over that. He might not ever be over that.]

[blackfire]

1) You have never failed to use proper punctuation and grammar with me before. It was obvious you were under some manner of duress that was translating to the earpiece's automatic transmission.
2) You posed my name as a question, and added no further context. You had never done that previously and have not done it since. （ this does not count, as it fails to achieve the same parameters. ）
3) You are not careless, but you are entirely willing to put yourself in danger when you have identified a need for such a thing.
4) I have known you now for years.
5) I'm an Uchiha.

[singlelogbridge]

I like you so much Uchiha Itachi [What a weirdo. What a perfectly ridiculous human being. Wei Wuxian actually lifts a hand to his chest to rest over his heart, just for a moment.]

The miso-glazed salmon has been noted.

And I was thinking about the chocolate because if I don't get to stay, I keep thinking "Oh I'll miss this" before I remember I won't. It's such a strange feeling.

[blackfire]

I know. I have given up attempting to correct your feelings.

（ the exasperated fondness is probably quite evident, there. ）

Do you wish to discuss the matter?

（ the possibilities. their regrets.

he has no especial desire to do so for himself — his mind and heart are in alignment on the matter for perhaps the first time in his life. but he does not mind listening. ）

[singlelogbridge]

I don't know. I think, maybe. It's not that I've changed my mind about anything back home, it's just.

Maybe we can talk over cocoa? It's almost done.

[blackfire]

Very well.

I will meet you there.

[singlelogbridge]

[He's waiting beneath a snow covered pine, one mug of hot cocoa in each hand and his breath steaming in the artificial cold. His eyes are faraway, but they return to his surroundings shortly, less because he hears or feels any sense of Itachi approaching, and more because he knows to expect him.

When Itachi doesn't immediately appear, he take a minute to shuffle both mugs to one arm and tug the dark purple scarf wrapped around his neck a little tighter before adjusting the cocoa to his hands again.

There are more people than usual in the sunlight room as there usually are at this time of year thanks to the cozy setup Viveca has created for them. Wei Wuxian appreciates the warm ambiance of it, but he's still picked a tree some distance away from the crowds, hoping for more privacy.]

[blackfire]

（ he is dressed in one of the festival sweaters but has foregone the scarf (after all, it can be used to restrain your motion and injure you). still, he looks warm, hands tucked into the pockets of a baggy pair of pants.

when he reaches wei ying's side, he reaches out to take one of the two cups. ）

Shall we walk?