ML ★ IC CONTACT

[adsero]

@abel.navigator | ■ ▲ ◌ ▼

Comments

[adsero]

That's beautiful! Is that Xuanyu Mo and his flute?

[Why no, he doesn't realize that this is kind of a big deal.]

[wangxian]

[ he—

it might be a while, before he answers. after the worst of the chaos, after he has found him. when there is a moment.

and in part, because of his own embarrassment.

his face is thin, abel. spare this mountain maiden. ]

It,

[ yes, this is clearly the fault of the failing network. it is not him pausing, uncharacteristic and somehow ashamed of his own brazenness to do this in the first place. and yet, he cannot lie. even if it is just a singular sound, made textual. never mind that it would come out thin, his eyes cast elsewhere, were it asked aloud. ]

Mn.

[adsero]

Mn? Is that a no? The network isn't functioning correctly, so I'm not certain if your response has been garbled or not.

[wangxian]

[ well, at least he seems to have collected himself. a little. ]

No.

[ maybe he should have held on to this a bit more firmly. ]

That is who it is.

[ ... ]

I had meant to send it elsewhere.

[adsero]

Oh! I'm sorry it found me instead, but I'm glad for the chance to see it. It's very beautiful.

Were you sending it to him, then?

[Hmmmm? What a romantic gesture, a painting. Abel would swoon if Cain ever did something like that for him.]

[wangxian]

[ (un)fortunately text doesn't exactly allow him to easily divert the line of questioning. he can't really indicate anything else, but at least he can do this: ]

No need.

[ for apologies, he means. it's his own fault. ]

To my other works. Part of it.

[ just... gonna... shove that in there. very smooth, lwj. ]