Video; UN: oona

[mermaiding]

[Well all of that doll nonsense was, you know. Fun.

(It was not)

But it's over now, so moving on! Out of sight, out of mind!

Oona appears on the network, around 10 books scattered around her. From the looks of the covers, they're all very trashy ridiculous romance novels. Oona sits on the floor in the middle of them, one in her hand and opened somewhere in the middle, but her expression is a bit disappointed and exasperated]

Human books are so strange! Like stories and such-- really like romance. There is so many! But so weird. Want to read romance, but keep talking about gardens!

[Wait what.

She looks disappointedly at the book again and sighs deeply.] Where did she get flowers from, so sudden? Why is he stroking 'quivering flower petals'? [UH] Or rubbing buds? [oona wait--]

And! Man keeps suddenly having hard swords? They stab, but girls like? So weird! Is all such nonsense! [ooNA NO.

She tosses the book none-too-gently over her shoulder and rests her elbow on her knee, chin in hand, pouting.]

Tell me better stories.

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[mermaiding]

[Oona nods, then picks up another book, flipping through the dog-eared pages until she finds what she's looking for. She reads slowly, carefully making her way through the part.]

His sword was long and hard, warm in her hand and heavy. It was bigger than she had expected, but her stomach tingled in desire for it as she guided it to her. When finally he pierced her through with it, she couldn't contain her cry of pleasure, which only grew louder as he continued to stab at her insides.

[She stops and makes an 'etc' gesture.] Goes on like that, quite a bit. Lots of stabbing and poking.

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[wooden_one]

[It's just as well that he's still using voice because his expression sure does some funny things here.

There's his usual brand of attentive listening (which still looks vaguely irritated), and then a confused frown, because...all right. A sword could be warm if it were magic...though why mention that it's hard? Isn't that rather redundant? But then...why was she guiding the sword towards her and why would she be crying out in pleasure from it--]

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[wooden_one]

[And that was about the point where his expression went from thoughtful to red-faced surprise as he understood exactly what she's reading.

Then he glared.]

Throw that out.

[Or set it on fire. Either works.]

[mermaiding]

It is very strange. [She nods, as if clearly the act that it's written so poorly is the reason she should throw it out, and not the content within.]

Chuchu, do you read? For fun. [Oona wasn't sure she'd have to specify that normally, but with him it seems a bit important.]

[wooden_one]

It's filth.

[Stop reading it!]

...when I have the time. [Which is almost never where he's from but, well...he has a lot more time here.]

[mermaiding]

[She looks baffled and then laughs a little] Is bad, but do not know if it is that bad!

[Jeez, chuchu!! But she raises an eyebrow at that and her tone turns teasing] So, you are always reading?

[wooden_one]

It is. [Listen to your shizun!

He scoffs.]

Not always...though I do have more free time here than I'd like.

[Who would make free time sound like an annoyance? This guy.]

[mermaiding]

[She can't help but laugh at him, grinning lightly.]

Chuchu, so grumpy! Is it so bad?

[wooden_one]

I don't like being idle.

[He doesn't like having time to dwell on his homesickness.]

[mermaiding]

Do not like to relax? What does Chuchu find to-- Ehh... What does Chuchu do to relax?

[wooden_one]

[Probably, very few people have ever asked him that. Less because they didn't care but because probably no one believes that the Yuheng Elder even knew how to relax.

Though he...doesn't do anything in particular to relax...if he had to answer, it's more like...he feels restless when he's not doing anything. But there are somethings that are less stressful than others...]

Tinkering with mecha and weapons. [Because usually no one bothers him while he's doing it.] And playing the guqin, I suppose.