[Huaisang brightens automatically, ready and willing to swallow 'nothing you should worry about' the same way he always has. Honestly, if that is indeed the case, he is ready and willing to believe it unquestioningly? Time travel? No, he'll pass, thanks; that opens up too many possibilities and tugs at too many would-be headaches. He would love it if there were nothing he had to worry about.
So, then. He supposes what's left is to have a friendlier, less confusing chat with Xichen, to which end he next says:]
In that case, come and see what I've drawn!
[Fellow artist, come and look at his sticky-note landscapes, and-- ah, now he hastily leans his elbows back onto the table, to cover all the pornography with his sleeves. Landscapes, Xichen.
Look at the landscapes. Nothing here is crude.]
Has er-ge found anywhere to buy ink and good paper...?
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So, then. He supposes what's left is to have a friendlier, less confusing chat with Xichen, to which end he next says:]
In that case, come and see what I've drawn!
[Fellow artist, come and look at his sticky-note landscapes, and-- ah, now he hastily leans his elbows back onto the table, to cover all the pornography with his sleeves. Landscapes, Xichen.
Look at the landscapes. Nothing here is crude.]
Has er-ge found anywhere to buy ink and good paper...?