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[world_roof]

Tibet is simply sitting on the edge of the large bed in his personal room supplied by the Fuwa. He finds the bed a little too large and it feels too lonely. The entire room, no, the entire manor is a tad overwhelming for the child, as he is not used to such decadence in such high doses.  He has had a very eventful week and sometimes children need

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[basnyn]

*he is extravagantly dressed, like a pharaoh, as he walks through the palace - feeling... almost a home. He stops before Tibet's room and peaks inside*

... Ah, Tibet. *and he smiles*

[world_roof]

*his lower lip trembles for a second before he rushes towards the Egyptian in a sort of tackle hug*

I missed you so much! *he cries out, tightening his grip somewhere around the man's waist and leg regions, making walking a new chore*

[basnyn]

*smiles and cannot help to put a hand, lovingly, atop the small boy's bald head, despite being grasped quite tightly around his middle.* Yes, I've missed you too!

[world_roof]

Come, sit on my bed with me! *tugs him 'helpfully' in the right direction*

[basnyn]

*follows, allowing himself to be tugged along* You have a very nice room here and it looks like they've even provided you with butter tea. *though he shuddered at the though.

[world_roof]

*head whips around excitedly* Really! Wow, that wasn't there before you came in! They must have known you were coming over, and how much you like the stuff! *nearly cooing with joy at having Egypt and butter tea in the same room*

Would you like some?

[basnyn]

*brow furrows at the though, but he smiles and nods regardless* Yes, of course... I would love some.

[world_roof]

*no less cheerful at all* You know, you don't have to have any if you really don't want to.

[basnyn]

*shakes his head* No, really, I'd love some

[world_roof]

*smiles wider* Alright! Let me go get some! I would offer you snacks, but all I have is butter tea here, it seems, and I left the cold box of food outside with the people that didn't have to stay in here.

*while he has his back turned pouring the 'tea'*
Mr. Hassan can we talk about some serious stuff?

[basnyn]

*tilts his head, peering at him* Serious? Aren't you a little young to be talking about serious things?

[world_roof]

*Tibet turns around and offers a teacup with the Olympic rings and the Chinese flag on it*
*he gives a lopsided grin*

Maybe. Probably. I am very old, even though I'm probably only 12, and i am a monk. *laughs* And I have survived a whole bunch of times from scary stuff.

[basnyn]

*ponders over his words quietly, before regarding the tea cup with a bit of distain. Olympics were never his strong suit* Ah, then I suppose discussing serious things is perfectly appropriate.

[world_roof]

Maybe not. *perfectly open to denied request since Mr. Hassan always knows better*

You're the adult, please don't humor me, just because I'm little.

[basnyn]

*a smile* An adult's job is to humor a child.

[world_roof]

If you keep thinking like that, I'm worried at how good our talking is going to be. *purses his lips in the tiniest of pouts*