Log: Because I can

[pinzutimebomb]

Ipin stood in the final form of her kata, hands outstretched pulling through the fluid motions. It felt like being at home in Japan actually with all the cherry blossoms fluttering around, the soft sounds of some of the crew at the dive site a way off. It was really peaceful here though. Which was good because she was going to need to find that

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[pinzutimebomb]

Oh it was a relief to know he didn't find hers silly or her form bad. She grinned. "Ahh if you see my master tell him you think so." She proudly thought about her master hearing that from a country.

[hongkingkong]

"I do not know your master," he said, although quickly correcting himself so as not to ruin her high. "Does he live in Hong Kong? If he does, I will tell him."

[pinzutimebomb]

"He visits." She said cheerfully. "And he looks a little bit like you. His hair is longer though." She always felt nostalgic talking about her master.

[hongkingkong]

"Like me?" he brought a hand up, pointing right above his eyes. "The eyebrows?"

[pinzutimebomb]

She looked at his eyebrows curiously noticing for the first time they were a little bushy. "Well not exactly like you, but similar." She was thoughtful for a moment. "I suppose his eyebrows would probably be about halfway between yours and mine." Now that she thought about it, he probably looked like him because of the way he dressed and the fact that he was Chinese more than anything else. Hibari was the closest in looks to her master. "You have a nicer expression though."

[hongkingkong]

Hong Kong hid both of his arms in his sleeves, looking slightly surprised.

"A nice expression," he repeated, fiddling with the insides of the sleeves. He face turned a very light shade of pink upon hearing this. "If my expression is nice, then your expression must be beautiful."

[pinzutimebomb]

She was still trying to determine what about him reminded her of her master, while he started fiddling with his sleeves. She blinked at his compliment. "Oh!" she beamed at him. "Thank you." She wasn't sure how that related but it was a very nice thing to say. Beautiful seemed like it belonged to someone else like Bianchi but it was nice to hear.

[hongkingkong]

He cleared his throat but did not react visibly in any other way.

"欢迎," he finally responded.

[pinzutimebomb]

Ipin was oblivious to any discomfort Hong Kong might be in. She reached out to touch his sleeve. "Do you... do you think I could meet your Qilin?" she asked, unable to hold off asking any longer. "Is he too grumpy to meet people?"

[hongkingkong]

He gave he a light smile, unnoticeable to the untrained eye.

"Yes, over here," he took her hand in his and started pulling her off toward the shore where he had docked his little rowboat. (I assume that is how he got there DURP!)

Hong Kong leaned over and looked into the bushed.

"Arthur-Fu?" he looked around. "Where did he go?"

[pinzutimebomb]

O frabjous day! Callooh! Callay! She got to meet a Quilin! Ipin followed eagerly allowing him to take the lead, tugging her hand along. His boat was so tiny. Did his Qilin fit in it? Or did it walk on the water next to it? Or could it fly?

She looked around as well, "Maybe he got hungry? There's a lot of plants around."

[hongkingkong]

Hong Kong knew that he had told Arthur-Fu to wait for him. He scanned the area for a bit before rising up from the bushes.

"It looks like he went for a hunt," he replied. He picked up a flower, examining it. "Or a scavenge."

[pinzutimebomb]

"Hunt?" She asked curiously, her hand falling to her side. She turned and looked in the dirt for footprints, maybe a singed leaf or something. She might have deflated a little. No Qilin today. "Ahh well I hope he's found some food. It's no fun to have grumpy friends, right?"

[hongkingkong]

"You will have to come visit me again when he is in a better mood," Hong Kong pulled a traditional looking Chinese scroll out of his pocket and...a #2 pencil. He quickly wrote down in CHINGLISH a note for Arthur-Fu telling him to return to the ship.

"Next time."

[pinzutimebomb]

"Are you... leaving?" She asked, looking at the scroll sadly.

[hongkingkong]

"I'm leaving him a note," he put the note down on the ground near the bush. He looked up at her.

"You could come with me."