[ he's curled up in the tavern tonight with booze and a blanket, staring out... a window, i suppose. idk if there are windows. there are now for the sake of this thread. his ear flicks at the sound of someone approaching, and he glances over, with a smile. ]
w7, SATURDAY
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[she's just settling right in with him, making herself comfortable. sup.]
Any plans for the last night, or?
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Just saying goodbye to all of you. [ it's his turn to be sopping and sad and wet. sorry. ]
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[she will in fact take some blanket. hers now.]
It's gonna be a little weird to go back to business as usual.
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[ honestly. he has to go home and explain this to feixiao somehow and he doesn't know what to even say. ]
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