[ xie lian is here in the park, laying down with his upper half propped up on a familiar looking tiger, staring up at the sky with his hands folded on his chest.
the tiger lifts its head, looks at kim...and then resumes grooming a white ball of fur that looks like it might be san lang. ]
[Kim's fiddling with a lighter, trying to light a cigarette he's holding with his mouth. He pauses at the tiger... but then resumes until he's got it properly lit.]
Good evening.
I was hoping to find you, actually. Got a message for you. Just a short one. [He's digging in his pockets.]
Miss Susato asked me to advise a few people that there are length limitations to the letters we send to the dead. 300 characters, including spaces. Apparently, something you sent to her got cut off partway.
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the tiger lifts its head, looks at kim...and then resumes grooming a white ball of fur that looks like it might be san lang. ]
... Good evening, Mr. Kim.
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Good evening.
I was hoping to find you, actually. Got a message for you. Just a short one. [He's digging in his pockets.]
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Oh. [ he sits up!! ] Of course... what is it?
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[ whoops, ]
Oh... I knew that. Of course... how silly of me. I'll send her my apologies...
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[A little smile.]