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Who: Wen Sizhui and open to all with two closed starters
Where: All over the train
When: Day 20 - Merriment
What: Wen Sizhui about and interacting with people as he tries to get back into the swing of things.
Warnings: mentions of death and execution and murder (past).
Kitchens
There is a sense of calm when he goes through with the meal preparation of the month. The task is familiar enough that it makes him smile. Sometimes one needed the familiar motions of chopping, preparing, and cooking to help them feel centered again. He hears a clatter and looks up from where he's washing dishes with a warm smile.
"Oh! Were you looking for me?"
Quiet room
Sizhui takes a deep breath in then releases that same breath out, slow and steady as he settles into a meditation practice that Hanguang Jun had taught him since he was a young boy. His eyes slowly close. Another breath in, breath out.
The door slides open and Sizhui doesn't move from his place, instead remaining calm and smiling softly as his meditation is walked in on.
Spending time with brother
Sizhui makes his way through his brother's usual haunts to see if he could find Sizhui. There were quite a few things they needed to talk about. He pokes his head around the corner.
"Ah, didi?" he calls out. "Are you here?"
shovel talk with Dennis
Someone else he wanted to talk to was his friend Dennis. Well. His friend for now. Depending on how things go, he may gain another brother soon enough. Though he wonders if Dennis truly knows what it means to be invovled with a Lan. He only knows from the stories he's heard from Xian-ge and Hanguang Jun.
"Dennis?"
Where: All over the train
When: Day 20 - Merriment
What: Wen Sizhui about and interacting with people as he tries to get back into the swing of things.
Warnings: mentions of death and execution and murder (past).
Kitchens
There is a sense of calm when he goes through with the meal preparation of the month. The task is familiar enough that it makes him smile. Sometimes one needed the familiar motions of chopping, preparing, and cooking to help them feel centered again. He hears a clatter and looks up from where he's washing dishes with a warm smile.
"Oh! Were you looking for me?"
Quiet room
Sizhui takes a deep breath in then releases that same breath out, slow and steady as he settles into a meditation practice that Hanguang Jun had taught him since he was a young boy. His eyes slowly close. Another breath in, breath out.
The door slides open and Sizhui doesn't move from his place, instead remaining calm and smiling softly as his meditation is walked in on.
Spending time with brother
Sizhui makes his way through his brother's usual haunts to see if he could find Sizhui. There were quite a few things they needed to talk about. He pokes his head around the corner.
"Ah, didi?" he calls out. "Are you here?"
Someone else he wanted to talk to was his friend Dennis. Well. His friend for now. Depending on how things go, he may gain another brother soon enough. Though he wonders if Dennis truly knows what it means to be invovled with a Lan. He only knows from the stories he's heard from Xian-ge and Hanguang Jun.
"Dennis?"
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He snaps to attention at the hand on his shoulder, tilting his gaze toward it then back to his twin. Sure, the future will always come, but will it be what they want? “I have,” comes softly yet assuredly. “We both decided we're alright as friends after I assured him he needn't fret over it while his thoughts are... muddled.”
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"It's a good opportunity to know each other better, isn't it?"
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“Mmhmm,” he nods with confirmation, unable to help smiling faintly as well when he adds, “I'd say that's also a chance for us to have more adventures together too.”
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"Then we will continue to seek out new adventures whenever we can. And I'll prepare a spring wedding for my dearest didi," he teases. He taps a finger to his chin. "Perhaps we can get some red silk at the next stop..."
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“Gege,” he whines emphatically, feigning anguish although there's no real despair behind his words. Gently, his elbow bumps into his brother's ribs then he hooks the same arm around him, returning the half-hug despite being so distressed. “Let's just handle the new adventures first, okay? Then we'll see what may come afterward.”