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[fortunefail]

[Anyone passing by house #8 today will see an old man sitting in a nice wooden rocking chair, situated on the porch. He seems to be enjoying the weather. There may be clouds overhead, but it's still a nice temperature. His cane is leaning against the wall next to him. Anyone familiar with Yuan will recognize him, as it's hard to mistake that bright

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[nottanzanite]

[... is that who he thinks it is.]

[fortunefail]

[The rocking stops for a few seconds, before continuing as if nothing happened. Yuan doesn't move an inch aside from that. His eyes are still closed.

Dare you step closer, Zoisite?]

[nottanzanite]

[... Sure, why not. It's only an old man, after all. He's nice to the elderly.]

[fortunefail]

[Zoisite's lucky. In his AU, Yuan never had that fight with him outside the ruined house. Thus, he has no reason to be angry with him. It won't stop him from being grumpy, though. When Zoisite approaches the porch, Yuan's eyes snap open and he stops rocking entirely.

Don't step on his neat lawn, Zoisite. Stick to the path, or else.]

[themoonuplifts]

[Usagi takes a double take when she spots Yuan. Colette did say he was old and wrinkly, but Usagi had no clue. She is going to hesitantly approach, probably with the intent to scare him.]

[fortunefail]

[What is it with Yuan and blondes? Either way, he isn't acknowledging Usagi's presence. He's just slowly rocking back and forth in his chair.]

[themoonuplifts]

[She's coming close, lips pursed in concentration. He really is all wrinkly and gross.]

Hey. Hey, Yuan. When did you start showing your age?

[fortunefail]

[sdklfjdk dammit Usagi! It's not that bad! Yuan scowls, but he's still going to open his eyes.]

A few centuries ago.

[unseenspy]

[It isn't difficult for Jay to recognize the old man either as he passes by, and then just...stops.]

Yuan??

[fortunefail]

[He'll open his eyes to meet Jay's gaze, but to hell with it all if he has to get up from his comfy chair. He'll just shout across the lawn, then.]

Yes?!

[unseenspy]

Don't tell me the experiment's gotten to you, too!

[Nuuuuuuu!!!]

[fortunefail]

Experiment? What experiment?

[Aside from people rubbing in his age and being loud on the journals, he hadn't noticed anything strange. ... Oh, yes, and Kratos suddenly being a bigger douche than usual.]

[torrenziale]

[Hey, neighbor. Squalo's walking past when he spots Yuan. Madonna, that geezer is old! He can't tell if Yuan's sleeping...or if he's dead. It's none of his business, but curiosity gets the better of him. Squalo walks up to Yuan, intending to nudge him with the flat end of his sword.]

[fortunefail]

[As soon as Squalo comes within ten feet of Yuan, he'll open his eyes and immediately narrow them into a glare at the sight of that sword.]

You'd better put that thing away before you poke someone's eye out with it, kid.

[torrenziale]

[Holy fucking hell! Squalo very nearly takes a step back when the "corpse" comes alive, but he doesn't...not really. He focuses on returning the glare. He's not so fond of being admonished.]

VOI! You say it like it'd be an accident, old man.

[fortunefail]

It may be an accident, but it wouldn't be my eye suffering the damage. Now get off my porch!

[A seemingly frail old man, yet still as arrogant as ever. Yyyup, some things never change.]

[lezareno_prez]

[Walking by and just... stopping and staring. Oh goddess, what IS that?]

[fortunefail]

[Still rocking in his chair, looking fairly peaceful. Dare you investigate, Regal?]

[lezareno_prez]

[Yep, she'll be coming a bit closer, and she'll be stepping on the lawn to do so.]

[fortunefail]

[For an old man who seemed to be asleep, he sure is fast getting out of his rocking chair and up on his feet. It took him only two seconds. Then another second to snatch his cane away from the wall and point it directly at Regal.]

You'd better get the hell off my lawn if you know what's good for you!