[ hua cheng is just vibing in the lobby, apparently opting to work in his stationary pad while he's hanging out. tanhua is the one to greet futaba first, coming over to sniff at her briefly - if she reaches for a pet, he tilts his head up into the touch immediately, right eye remaining closed as he does. ]
How're you feeling? [ he doesn't look up, but instead gestures with his pen for futaba to join him, then returns to his sketching, his cheapy water color set nearby but not open right now. ]
[ tanhua gets his favorite scritches and a smooch on the head for being the best thing about this shit place. fuzzy things makes everything better in her very valid opinion. ]
Eh. [ she crawls into the seat close by, curling up to just watch him work for a minute ] Feels weird to be alive it.
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wk 1; sunday
How're you feeling? [ he doesn't look up, but instead gestures with his pen for futaba to join him, then returns to his sketching, his cheapy water color set nearby but not open right now. ]
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Eh. [ she crawls into the seat close by, curling up to just watch him work for a minute ] Feels weird to be alive it.