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[Elliot practically sparkles as he holds onto the instrument, listening to this historical explanation. He wouldn't exactly call himself a history buff, but music history was definitely one area of history he loved]

Wow...that's so cool!

[he holds it tight]

I'll do my best to learn all about it! Twelve-thousand years of history, I can't wait to unlock the secrets the metal has!

[Congrats Ahmi, you completely made his day]

[Rean has been on his way, as fast as his currently-very-easily-distracted legs and the bus schedule will carry him.

Which is to say that yeah, he's running a few minutes late. But fear not! For here he is, the bean of the hour, coming up to Elliot in a light jog. He hasn't even registered Ahmi yet – it's far easier to focus on that mop of red hair.]

Elliot! Hey, sorry I'm late—

[And it's then that he actually notices the person Elliot's standing with.]

[And it's then that his brain screeches to a momentary halt.

Oh, no. She's hot.]

[ has it already been said that she could squish him? she could squish him. for now though, ahmi suffices with a gentle and welcoming rub on both his shoulders. ]

I would love to hear what you have learned.

[ and then comes the moment they’ve all been waiting for. ahmi’s smile doesn’t falter a second, in fact, red lips widen to show her teeth in a grin. ]

This is Rean! Hello! [ and— oh she can’t help it. she comes over with her hands clasped together in front of her chest ~~got milf~~. ] I’m glad you were late! We were just speaking about singing bowls.

Hehe, I'd be happy to!

[Elliot meanwhile is oblivious to Rean's bi-crisis. Instead he just looks happy to see him, smiling and waving]

Oh hey Rean! It's fine, Ahmi was just showing me something really cool!

[Oh sweet lord Ahmi don't do that you're pressing them further together and woah Rean get your eyes up on her FACE]

Ah— um— yeah. H-hi. It's nice to meet you.

[Oh god he's blushing and he can feel it. Why this. Why him.]

Singing bowls? I don't think I've heard of those before.

[PLEASE ELLIOT DISTRACT HIM WITH MUSIC SAVE HIM]

[ oh, such sweet boys, look at them. was rean embarrassed about something? she’ll let him get some fresh air and turn on the ac. maybe it was because about being late. oh dear. she leads him with a hand to take a seat. ]

There is no problem in being late, Rean. I promise. [ she’ll sit back and watch them for a minute, sitting right next to elliot and leaning over. ] Can you do it on your own this time, Elliot?

[ she wants to see the beam in his eyes. ]

Hehe, I haven't either. Apparently they're from China, and Buddhist and Taoist use them a lot.

[See look he retained the information!! He's a good boy. ]

Oh, sure! I'll give it a try!

[Carefully, he'll swish the stick like Ahmi did, trying to replicate the sound. It's a little clumsy, but hes definitely someone who picks these things up quick]

R-right.

[That is not even remotely the problem. The problem is that Elliot's hot therapist is grabbing him by the hand and leaning over and Christ, Rean, she's like twice your age? Can you get your mind out of the gutter for like two seconds? This was the woman who said she wanted to squish you because you were cute! ...Actually, being squished might not be that bad. Right in between—

No!

Time to just focus as hard as he can on the sound of that bowl. Thankfully, it's a lovely sound, even if it's clumsy!]

Wow, that's... a really beautiful sound. [He lets his eyes slip closed for a second, which also does wonders to help with his thirst crisis.] Calming, too...

[ it melts her heart to see them having fun. she nods and encourages elliot with a grinning face and hands clapping together again. ]

Can I get you boys anything? Tea? Rean? [ she gestures. ] If you both are not in a rush, you are welcomed to a short session where you sit. Your chakras are knotted.

[ . . . she means

the boy is mildly tense and she sees it ]

Hehe, isn't it? I think it's really pretty.

[He pauses the playing to look at Ahmi]

Really? You don't have other patients to get to? [Obviously not if she's hanging out with them] What do you say Rean? You have anywhere you need to be?

Ah, I'm not exactly in a rush, but...

[Damn it. Why did he say that. He really should be getting out of here, especially now that she's offering services. For one thing, he'd feel obligated to pay her and he's trying to save up.

For another, help him, his useless bisexual heart.]

T-that's fine, really. I couldn't possibly ask that of you, miss.

[ oh. ahhh. ahmi quirks her brows and looks over to elliot, rubbing her hands together in ritual. she’s preparing to do something, and gets up to go grab something. ]

You should tell him what I feel about being called Miss.

[ something along the lines of it making her sound young, and she prefers aging, elliot has probably heard it more than once that she jokingly says she can’t wait to be fifty (please just call her ahmi). she comes back with a matt, and right by the bench, so she doesn’t leave elliot alone, she lays it out and kneels.

there are thousands of little protrusions sticking out of them strategically. ]

Good thing you don’t need to ask me. Lay down, boy, then I can squish you both good bye.

[ :’) ]

Erm...

[Wow, that thing sure looks less than pleasant. But she's insisting, so...]

With my back to all of those, right?

Oh right- [While she's gone inside] She thinks miss makes her sound young, and she rather be old.

[He shrugs. That's about what she said right?

and oh, the acupuncture mat. He can see why Rean looks like he has concerns, but he'll let Ahmi do the talking]

It looks intimidating, I know! Like you would sink into the bed and skewer yourself.

[ but she pats it! ]

Please. You will find that it is far more soothing than it looks. Elliot, I would love it if you made the bowl sing for us.

[Welp. He clearly doesn't get a choice in this mater (or, well, he does, but he's too much of a doormat to take it), so while it's slightly awkward, down he goes.

...

Huh. That really isn't as bad as it looked, now that he's lying on it.]

[That's right Rean. You lie down on the spikes like the doormat you are. Elliot meanwhile with the much easier task will give a nod]

Oh, sure! I can do that!

[He'll take the instrument and start running that stick around the edges, letting it ring out in the same soothing manner]

[ wonderful. ahmi nods to the humming with satisfaction. just like that. ]

You’re doing amazing. [ the only thing that’s needed is for her to tack on sweetie and hold a camera to him, but now!!! now it’s a good time for acupressure. with rean on the mat, ahmi adjusts kneeling beside him (another . . . view, for you, a useless bisexual), and starts whisking her fingers in a downwards motion, from limb to torso to legs. when that’s done, she scoots over so she’s seated just above his head.

time to relax. she could still talk, but she does so softly (not so much a whisper, but quiet, soft voice all the same. ]

Boys, tell me something— have you been on adventures here?

[...You know what? He's just going to close his eyes and let this happen and not think too ~~hard~~ deeply about that new view he was just granted.

But also, yes. Good, Elliot, you are doing amazing, sweetie, Ahmi is right.]

"Adventures?" [He's keeping his voice quiet too, mostly because he feels like he should if she is.] I guess you could call them that, yeah...

[Elliot smiles at the compliment. He keeps playing as he answers. he unaware of the view that Rean's been given - or rather, he doesn't think about it.]

Yeah, I mean... we did meet while exploring a creepy castle place? In Recolle anyway.

Like The Thriller!

[ the thriller, she means, as michael jackson’s thriller, all the monsters and zombies and— yeah. rean’s scalp massage continues. ]

A young man, a friend of mine, he comes to fatten me with chocolate cake every time he visits, I love that boy— he said he’s been to the moon with his friends. A pity they did not let him make his dream home there!

[ she’s kidding with that one. ]

Now, I remember a moon rabbit, but I don’t think I’ve ever gone to such heights. To think that it is all possible here, yes? And possible to remember. I hope you have treated those well.

Heh... kinda like Thriller, yeah. Just... fewer werewolves and more banshees.

[He gets it. It's cool.]

Even in our past lives though, I know we saw some crazy things together... hey, Elliot. Do you remember the bone dragon?

Ehehe, yeah. And less dancing too.

[You still relevant Ahmi its okay]

Wow...the moon though. That's incredible. I don't think my past life did anything like that-- [though Rean brings up that dragon, which recognition lights up on his face]

Oh yeah, the big one that got waken by a flute? I remember that! Talk about freaky.

Oh—The moon wasn’t a past life. It was a mission through one of the many doors of Recollé. [ she laughs as she kneads rean’s temples. ] Although Goro did say he might as well be a moon rabbit in another life.

[ she looks completely interested though. smiling bright. ]

Was the dragon friendly?

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