He and Wu have a date planned—nothing big, but he was going to try out a new recipe for dumplings he’d found in an old cookbook and hopefully get through some of his mover list—and Mako’s been prepping for it all day.
Wu had just texted him something at lunch about the mover they were going to watch.
But he’s not here.
Wu’s not exactly the most punctual person, so Mako wouldn’t be worried except that he’d heard something just twenty or so minutes ago that had made his blood run cold: Wu, shouting his name, his voice tinged with panic.
At least, he’d thought he’d heard that. When he ran outside to investigate he’d found only melting snow and a cool breeze and long cool afternoon shadows stretching out their fingers across the lawn.
It’s past sunset, though. Wu’s nowhere to be found. Mako doesn’t want to be needy, doesn’t want to stifle him, but. ]
Everything okay? It’s getting late. Dumplings take a while.
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text; un:mako; march 27th
He and Wu have a date planned—nothing big, but he was going to try out a new recipe for dumplings he’d found in an old cookbook and hopefully get through some of his mover list—and Mako’s been prepping for it all day.
Wu had just texted him something at lunch about the mover they were going to watch.
But he’s not here.
Wu’s not exactly the most punctual person, so Mako wouldn’t be worried except that he’d heard something just twenty or so minutes ago that had made his blood run cold: Wu, shouting his name, his voice tinged with panic.
At least, he’d thought he’d heard that. When he ran outside to investigate he’d found only melting snow and a cool breeze and long cool afternoon shadows stretching out their fingers across the lawn.
It’s past sunset, though. Wu’s nowhere to be found. Mako doesn’t want to be needy, doesn’t want to stifle him, but. ]
Everything okay? It’s getting late. Dumplings take a while.