[morning is perhaps a little early for alcohol, but someone is double-dead, so you know what, all bets are off. which isn't to say waner is getting plastered, because she isn't; rather, she's seated at a table with her phone open to the death announcement, a notebook in which she's scribbling notes in front of her, and a small glass of rice wine off to the side.
there's a lipstick stain on the rim, and it seems there's just a bit of the liquid missing; she's only taken a sip or two. but her brows are pinched, and after a moment, she takes another sip before scribbling something else down.
she doesn't seem to notice anyone approaching, but she also seems to be focusing pretty hard.]
[ well, as someone who knows how it is to be snuck up on, jiaoqiu sees her at the bar focusing, and makes a lot of noise as he comes in. rams into a table, causes a chair to skitter across the floor, and then: ]
Arbiter -- who put this here. [ ... ] Sorry about that.
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there's a lipstick stain on the rim, and it seems there's just a bit of the liquid missing; she's only taken a sip or two. but her brows are pinched, and after a moment, she takes another sip before scribbling something else down.
she doesn't seem to notice anyone approaching, but she also seems to be focusing pretty hard.]
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Arbiter -- who put this here. [ ... ] Sorry about that.
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...are you alright, Jiaoqiu?
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[ makes his way over to the bar without further problems... ]
Are you alright?
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I'm... [she hesitates.] ...well enough. As well as anyone can be under the circumstances.
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Understandable. [ ... ] I don't think a single person expected this.
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...not even our guardian angels.
[a "that wasn't meant for the groupchat, disregard" is not enough to make her forget remiel's question during the announcement]
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[ wryly ]
They say they have an emergency protocol, so something like this was not out of the question. But they didn't anticipate death. Or... a second death.
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