[ you get to find zhongli at the always hotel, one ankle propped on the opposite knee as he sits at the bar counter. he's got a bottle of osmanthus wine at his elbow, a half-filled glass along with it, and is watching the living while also scrolling on his phone to follow their text conversations. in his other hand is the motivational pen, which he's tapping absently against the journal he has opened - he's taken down the morse code messages, as well as any important observations so far.
the emotions here are well-deep, instead of distantly down a hallway, but calm. steady as stone. there's a bit of a pensive undernote, but he's focused and no longer tense. ]
... care to join me? [ said once there's a blip of realization. hi hawke. ] It's been a long weekend.
[ shakes in having this open to reply to but all of That happens in the process. oh boy!!!!!!
meanwhile, hawke, notorious day drinker and problematic adventurer wades in like he's rolled out of bed sometimes in the pm and immediately headed for the bar. he flops on the seat right next to peepaw and flops a hand. it might be a hello.
it might be hello. he reaches and pours him a glass of osmanthus wine, despite his slight sideeye of his current state of being. it gets slid over before he resumes his writing. ]
Aside from the excitement of Claude being hunted down and killed on their very doorsteps? No. The morse code leads me to believe the source of our problems is an immature entity, though.
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wk 4; sunday
the emotions here are well-deep, instead of distantly down a hallway, but calm. steady as stone. there's a bit of a pensive undernote, but he's focused and no longer tense. ]
... care to join me? [ said once there's a blip of realization. hi hawke. ] It's been a long weekend.
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meanwhile, hawke, notorious day drinker and problematic adventurer wades in like he's rolled out of bed sometimes in the pm and immediately headed for the bar. he flops on the seat right next to peepaw and flops a hand. it might be a hello.
whaddup my friend ]
Anything exciting?
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it might be hello. he reaches and pours him a glass of osmanthus wine, despite his slight sideeye of his current state of being. it gets slid over before he resumes his writing. ]
Aside from the excitement of Claude being hunted down and killed on their very doorsteps? No. The morse code leads me to believe the source of our problems is an immature entity, though.
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Given how ridiculous everything has been I'd be surprised otherwise.