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[This might look completely random and boring at first, a lustrous sheen shining off a white spring moth's wings against a stark ebony surface. To those that recall Yin's cut-off concert, though, they might recognize the piano, and the background of her apartment.]

[The delicate wings flap, then press together, just as the feed shuts off.]

[Please, don't try to eat her, Mao. Fight the cat instincts!]

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[She got out when someone else opened the door, perhaps, and she's flying low, path erratic. The moth can be sighted running into people's hair, staying there for a time, then flying off later, or if found out. She might hit glass of storefronts, and get completely turned around after that.]

[Moths don't have observer spirits, but she's slowly getting a better feel of the layout around her with her hearing.]

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[ He's let himself into Yin's apartment somewhere around six o' clock, a tupperware dish of shrimp curry and noodles in his hands. Surveillance hasn't indicated that Yin has left her apartment yet, so he's bewildered when he calls her name and gets no response. ]

[ It's only then that he notices the moth. ]

[ His forefront thought is -- Who left the window open? But it takes only a heartbeat more to piece things together. ]

[ A curse. Great. ]

[There is a response. Her wings flap feebly, and Yin lifts from the piano to the sound of Hei's voice, only to run into his chest. Her dainty legs cling there to his shirt.]

[ Strange. She's a moth, but there's something almost familiar in the way she latches on to his shirt. ]

[ He glances down, ignoring the surrealism, and manages a brief smile. ]

Now you weigh even less than a buck ten. [ If anything at all. ]

[Her wings only extend once, then lift together again. She didn't keep track of weight, but she didn't even get above 100 when she was human.]

[Now as a moth, she's comforted to at least be able to hear Hei's voice, and know he's there. ~~She's not supposed to be comforted. But she is.~~ His presence is a shield, a balm. A beacon in her current darkness.]

[ He doesn't disturb the moth from her perch. A portion of his brain clamors at how fucking odd this is. But he shelves that into the background. Right now, he needs to make sure Yin isn't blown away on a gust of air. ]

[ Slowly, he moves to the kitchen space. Sets his tupperware dish on the counter, then begins looking for something in the cabinets. ]

[ Jar. Need to find a jar. ]

[As he moves into her kitchen, Yin explores his shirt. Little feelers manage to make it up to his shoulder, and she comfortable perches there, completely at rest.]

[She wouldn't be overly fond at being put in a jar, if she knew that's what he was searching for. Granted, if he wants to put her in one, she will accept it.]

[ He doubts he'd enjoy being trapped in a jar either. But right now, it's the safest option. Finally, he finds a sufficiently large container. Wide and plastic, with a thin lid. While Yin crawls around -- it's an almost ticklish feeling, without the actual tickling -- he punches a row of holes into the lid. ]

[ As he works, he murmurs, ]

At least you're not a white persian cat. Mao wouldn't survive the shock.

[She's listening, but has nothing to contribute. It doesn't occur to her, but at least if she had been a cat she would have less chance of being pounced.]

[She hears him set something down, and through vibrations and sounds, Yin is certain he's cutting into whatever he found - Tupperware? - but she doesn't understand why.]

[ Yin is always quiet. But tonight the silence on her end is almost depressing. He's used to little words and phrases being offered in that anodyne pitch of her voice. Once he's done with the lid, he holds the open jar at chest-level, glancing at the moth fluttering on his shoulder. ]

Think you can climb in there? Then I can take you to work with me.

[There's a slow - uncertain - flap. Climb in where? But if Hei wants to take her with him, then she'll go.]

[There's a tentative attempt to walk along in search of there. Probably whatever he was cutting up earlier.]

[ Hei watches her falter. Realizes that, while she's more sentient than the average moth, she'll still a moth. Almost delicately, he lifts her into the palm of one hand. Settles her into the container bed -- and snaps the lid shut. ]

[ It seems unkind to seal her up like this. But he'd rather not risk a flyaway Yin on the winter breeze. ]

[She's fine until she feels slick plastic under her feet, and a little difficulty at gripping onto it. Her wings flap a little quicker than before, unsettled.]

[But Hei wanted her in here, so, she calms. Unintentionally, she ends up in a corner of the container and rests there.]

[ He'll keep you somewhere dark and cozy, Yin. At least this way he can let you out before midnight -- instead of risking you reverting to Yin-shape while clinging to a light fixture, or to a window fifteen floors up. ]

[She won't be able to tell the difference, but would appreciate his consideration all the same.]

[And come midnight, Hei might seriously want to set aside some clothing items if he's going to take her away from her apartment.]

[ Big buttondowns and oversized parkas ftw! ]

[She would appreciate it, if nakedness bothered her. She will, however, launder the clothes and send them back quickly.]

[ The best Loli a jerkass could ask for ♥ ]

[She's very happy - as happy as she can be - with said jerkass, thank you.]

[ S-Sob ♥ ]

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