yin-yang had a hard time getting people to understand them. On one hand, he wanted to be understood, he wanted to have somebody that could accept them for who they were as this.. strange archetype of an object. But on the other hand, they hated the thought of being near anyone, they’d rather punch anyone that tries liking them in the face then face their feelings and be venerable.

well, unfortunately for the yang side of the two.. you understood them much more then anyone else could. Hell, they’d say you get them more than candle.. a different feat indeed. But strangely enough they just couldn’t bring themselves to hate you or stray away from your presence, but rather, you became like a yin-yang magnet.

You currently sit on the couch of the lounge room of hotel OJ, simply entertaining yourself with an item of choice. When a friend of yours, yin-yang himself sits beside you with some sort of meditation chime and gently hits it after sitting beside you, watching your reaction and slowly growing frustrated at your lack of.. something and he starts hitting it more frequently and insistently.

“Why is it not working..!?” Yang spits, looking at the object in hand as if it were to blame. “I told you it wouldn’t work on them” yin replied to himself, gaining a scoff from his counterpart.