[ xie lian is in the kitchen! he’s got a tea kettle in hand, but the likelihood of him knowing how to use it is pretty low, especially after a day like today. he seems a little foggy; san lang perks at the sight of Niah, though, and chitters quietly from his ferret form to get xie lian’s attention before hopping down.
xie lian glances over, and offers joonghyuk a small smile. ] … Good evening, Mr. Joonghyuk.
I have written three, today. I'll likely write more upon our new location.
[ probably not so surprising, considering. san lang returns the favor, stretching up to boop niah's nose with his. he seems a little more subdued than usual, which probably isn't surprising, either. ]
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w5 sunday, post-execution
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xie lian glances over, and offers joonghyuk a small smile. ] … Good evening, Mr. Joonghyuk.
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Xie Lian. Have you written letters to the dead yet?
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[ probably not so surprising, considering. san lang returns the favor, stretching up to boop niah's nose with his. he seems a little more subdued than usual, which probably isn't surprising, either. ]
Why do you ask?
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[ That is all. Nothing complex or anything. Niah doesn't bother the ferret more, knowing it is a sad week. ]
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xie lian glances down, for a moment, and then - smiles, ducking his head. it's a sad smile. not quite there. ]
...I'd still like to write to Miss Sheba. So, I think.. that would be nice, Mr. Joonghyuk.
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[ A somber activity, but relaxing in its own way. He comes over to check the tea.
How bad is it? ]
Do you write with a brush?
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the kettle hasn't even been turned on yet. so that's where we are today.
he nods to the question, though. ] En.
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Let me see your handwriting.
[ Since he's curious. ]