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][Sorry to add to the texting Blade but he isn't feeling like Words.]
I messed up. If you could check in on Jing Yuan sometime soon, I would appreciate it.
[That. Says absolutely nothing but is probably worrying? He's currently curled into a ball somewhere nursing his pride and recovering from bloodloss.]
I messed up. If you could check in on Jing Yuan sometime soon, I would appreciate it.
[That. Says absolutely nothing but is probably worrying? He's currently curled into a ball somewhere nursing his pride and recovering from bloodloss.]
A pet.
[not quite a question, but wary.]
[not quite a question, but wary.]
I've never had time for pets.
[the urge is to say chase them, but he's never considered Dan Heng a pet, so he doesn't quite realize how parallel the situations are.]
Wait for it? This place is small.
[the urge is to say chase them, but he's never considered Dan Heng a pet, so he doesn't quite realize how parallel the situations are.]
Wait for it? This place is small.
[looks at this.
looks at it some more.
shoots jing yuan a text (slowly) and then starts looking for dan heng.]
looks at it some more.
shoots jing yuan a text (slowly) and then starts looking for dan heng.]
[Wow thanks buddy. He didn't need (or want) you to tattle???
But Blade being who he is will probably find him if he looks. Dan Heng is a creature of habit when he's feeling the lowest, and while there is no Archives here, there is the library. He makes a rather pathetic sight: curled up on the floor in one of his study nooks with a blanket, a container of untouched food and what seems to be an entire gallon jug of water. He looks a little pale in his human guise once more, but most all of the physical damage has been healed aside from a lingering numbness in his arm.
Is he allowed to eat in the library? Probably not. But blood loss is extenuating circumstances.]
But Blade being who he is will probably find him if he looks. Dan Heng is a creature of habit when he's feeling the lowest, and while there is no Archives here, there is the library. He makes a rather pathetic sight: curled up on the floor in one of his study nooks with a blanket, a container of untouched food and what seems to be an entire gallon jug of water. He looks a little pale in his human guise once more, but most all of the physical damage has been healed aside from a lingering numbness in his arm.
Is he allowed to eat in the library? Probably not. But blood loss is extenuating circumstances.]
Edited 2025-01-19 18:25 (UTC)
[...awkwardly... pats his back...]
Tell me about it.
Tell me about it.
I'm not your lackey.
[hangs up]
[hangs up]
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