He blinks at White Chain for a few seconds, eyes focusing and unfocusing, and then he breaks out into a smile. A statue is bringing him tea that's in a god's corpse that sense become a stockroom.
This is his life, now.]
Oh, er... thank you. Please, have a seat? Uh, if you'd like.
[His office looks freshly moved in. His desk is clear -- there's a picture of him with a group of friends from the academy on it, and his laptop, but little else. The room has a lot of cardboard boxes, though, with tons of books. Yang's been making it feel at home by failing to unpack.]
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He blinks at White Chain for a few seconds, eyes focusing and unfocusing, and then he breaks out into a smile. A statue is bringing him tea that's in a god's corpse that sense become a stockroom.
This is his life, now.]
Oh, er... thank you. Please, have a seat? Uh, if you'd like.
[His office looks freshly moved in. His desk is clear -- there's a picture of him with a group of friends from the academy on it, and his laptop, but little else. The room has a lot of cardboard boxes, though, with tons of books. Yang's been making it feel at home by failing to unpack.]