[after helping sylvain struggle through a few back-and-forth messages on the watch, they've eventually solidified a time and place to meet up. as decided, the cloud dwelling garden is probably their best bet; the place will be (mostly) quiet and they won't have to worry about being coerced into doing anything they don't currently want to. (unless, of course, one of them ends up getting too close to an aphrodisiac flower—) which, sizhui's actually keeping in the back of his mind as a reminder, thanks to jin guangyao's warning before.
some things really don't ever change, it seems.
dressed in a blue pullover, black skinny-legged jeans and matching boots with three paper cups in his hands; one is chamomile, another is earl grey and the third is coffee, something he and sylvain had talked about trying before, so he figured why not give it a go now? he's waiting patiently outside the entrance to the garden, hoping the ever-growing crowd won't be too much when sylvain comes to find him.
sure, he could go sit on one of the benches nearby, but he imagines that would make him even less noticeable compared to his standing around while others are milling about. it's a little unsettling, how quickly people appear, and yet he pays them no mind, keeping a keen eye out for the single person he's expecting.]
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action; garden date
Date: 2024-01-23 05:54 am (UTC)strugglethrough a few back-and-forth messages on the watch, they've eventually solidified a time and place to meet up. as decided, the cloud dwelling garden is probably their best bet; the place will be (mostly) quiet and they won't have to worry about being coerced into doing anything they don't currently want to. (unless, of course, one of them ends up getting too close to an aphrodisiac flower—) which, sizhui's actually keeping in the back of his mind as a reminder, thanks to jin guangyao's warning before.some things really don't ever change, it seems.
dressed in a blue pullover, black skinny-legged jeans and matching boots with three paper cups in his hands; one is chamomile, another is earl grey and the third is coffee, something he and sylvain had talked about trying before, so he figured why not give it a go now? he's waiting patiently outside the entrance to the garden, hoping the ever-growing crowd won't be too much when sylvain comes to find him.
sure, he could go sit on one of the benches nearby, but he imagines that would make him even less noticeable compared to his standing around while others are milling about. it's a little unsettling, how quickly people appear, and yet he pays them no mind, keeping a keen eye out for the single person he's expecting.]