We are going meeting new People Harry! …Maybe?
When Harry was able to successfully extract A-Yu from the courtyard while the guest came to their defense, and raise a protest about the way that they were treating A-Yu, they secreted themselves to a side courtyard that held a well and settled so that Harry could take stock of A-Yu’s injuries.
Pulling out one of the few clean pieces of cloth from his pouch – reserved as bandages usually – he turned, wetted the cloth, and contemplated where to start first. In the middle of the chaos, Harry did not notice that the pale look and red rim around Xuanyu’s face was actually make up, and now that they settled, he took the cloth and gently wiped the terrible applied makeup off of A-Yu’s face, berating him all the while – the make-up did not contain any of the safer chemicals, and were dangerous to your skin if you keep them on this long A-Yu! If you really wanted to put some on, then he would have gladly offered to make them himself instead of using the terrible products to harm you skin A-Yu!
“Are you even paying attention to what I am saying A-Yu?”
Mo Xuanyu smiled and patted the Harry’s head, “You're such a good boy A-Hari,” he praised, making the jade eyed boy sigh.
“Are you alright?” Hari pushed anxiously, “I saw the blood at the shack. Let me see?”
A-Yu pouted up at Hari, and he narrowed his eyes, not budging at the rather convincing puppy eyes that he was presented with. Xuanyu huffed, and slowly shrugged off his layers, revealing numerous wounds.
Hari sat back biting on his lower lip. “I need my potions' kit. I don't like the look of the ones on your stomach. They're deep enough to have nicked your intestines and they smell bad. If the fluids from the intestine get into the blood you will get blood-poisoning,”
Mo Xuanyu's eyes flickered up to him in amusement, “I'm sure we will have our chance to get your bag back tonight,” he said cheerfully, flopping back on the grass.
Hari continued chewing his lip, “Mo Zi-Yuan reminds me of my own cousin. He'll have it hidden under his bed and you know he sleeps like a cicada. I was just going to quietly walk in and take it back tonight.”
Hari huffed, “Thank you for standing up for me, but they're going to be furious with you now.” Looking skyward, he spotted on of the guests in white on the roof watching them. Hari had made eye contact with the other, but they quickly turned to their own work. Wincing when he accidentally pulled too hard while chewing on his lip, turned back to A-Yu. “If I say we should run away again, are you going to cry on me?” he asked tiredly.
A-Yu beamed, “Nope. If they're going to steal from you then I don't want to be near them. Good children should be cherished,” he declared. “I'm not a child, A-Yu,” Hari began-
“Yes you are. You are a good boy and I have decided you are my son now,” A-Yu decried seriously, draping himself across the boy who stiffened but only sighed and patted his back.
“Shouldn't this be the other way around?” Hari wondered aloud with a slightly exasperated if fond tone while staring incredulously at the sudden shift from friend/caretaker to son.
“Aiya! So mean! You should respect your Seniors!” Xuanyu complained with all the drama of a young mistress, flopping over in Hari’s lap and rolling around unhappily.
“Careful of your wounds!” Hari yelped, “I haven’t even gotten to cleaning or wrapping them in any measure! A-Yu! Stop flopping around! You’ll open them further before I can fix them!”
Xuanyu only grinned back at Hari’s fussing.
Hari threw his hands in the air, “Fine then, let’s get out of sight and wait until evening. We’ll wait until the estate is quiet and take my bag and leave this place, alright A-Yu?” Hari did not wait for a reply, and instead insistently tugged Xuanyu’s sleeve outside the courtyard.
Hari did not notice that there were now two people in white on the rooftops that had looked back to the place that he and Xuanyu had occupied only moments before.