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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?

Huh... I haven't seen anywhere like that. Just some grassy plains and freaky castles...

[To the question about the dragon though, he laughs a little.]

...Not in the least, as I recall. Elliot's right, it's probably one of the freakiest things I remember.

- Oh! That mission! I remember that now! It was a city on some moon - we got to ride hoverboards!

[It was fun]

Yeah, it tried to kill us. Apparently it was raised by some demonic flute to attack us.

Now, that seems more sinister than fun. Adventerous, nevertheless.

[ gently, both her hands cup rean’s face, pushing some hair away from his eyes that might’ve gotten ruffled from the massage. ]

Rean, I may need to leave you for a moment, to get your painting. [ so, ahe’ll get up, and go get a blank canvas and her watercolors, and a chair, and while she does that— ] I have also met a dragon.

It sure was something, I'll give you that...

[Okay, seriously, can you stop being so sweet and gentle with him, Ahmi? You're going to kill him. Look, you're making him blush.]

...?

"My painting?"

Rean has a painting?

[That's news to him too!]

And you have? In your memories?

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