[he's in the garden! nie huaisang's perched on one of the stone benches, just sort of idly observing the flowers nearby; he's got paper on his lap and a pen in hand, but he hasn't made a mark.
he glances up when galo approaches, though, blinking up at him; his eyes look a little red-rimmed. it's fine. other people's feelings are FINE.]
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he glances up when galo approaches, though, blinking up at him; his eyes look a little red-rimmed. it's fine. other people's feelings are FINE.]
Oh- young master Thymos.