[ 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.
w6, post trial
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.]