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"Garion, did you buy every tea brand you could find?"

Nosy Munday Meme

♋: What drew you to this muse?

My wife!

Time for some lore, I had never originally had an interest in writing Fischl. The character I was most interested in writing was actually Zhongli, but I was nervous about the saturation of writers of him - a popular character in a fresh community was bound to have a bunch of interpretations, and I knew well enough the possible backlash of not writing in accordance with other people's perceptions of a character.

@etherose &&. said... “ you don’t have to talk, we can just sit together. ” (Hi Ren do you like a random pink elf lady just kinda showing up and wanting to be friends-)

the  knife  ren  holds  in  his  hand  is  dull;  he  could  press  his  thumb  to  the  blade  without  fear  of  drawing  blood.  (  surely  even  a  human  could  do  the  same,  and  they  aren't  nearly  so  DURABLE.  )  there's  a  piece  of  wood  cradled  in  his  opposite  palm  —  smooth,  stripped  neatly  of  all  its  bark.  the  shavings  litter  the  ground  at  his  feet,  yet  no  matter  how  much  the  wanderer  cuts  away,  nothing  ever  seems  to  take  shape.  he's  devoid  of  any  inspiration,  merely  hacking  amateurishly  away  at  his  foundation  —  presumably  until  an  idea  miraculously  comes  to  him  or  there's  merely  nothing  left  to  carve.  ren  doesn't  have  any  particular  preference  for  either  OUTCOME.  he  works  only for  the  sake  of  keeping  his  hands  preoccupied. 

it's  not  unusual  for  the  wanderer  to  dabble  in  such  tiny  interests.  he  doesn't  sleep  and  his  current  life  has  left  him  with  a  curious  deluge  of  FREE  TIME.  ordinarily,  ren  would  prefer  to  fill  these  languid  hours  with  books  and  solitary  strolls  through  the  wilderness  —  but  he's  always  been  an  awfully  TACTILE  creature,  and  so  endeavors  that  require  use  of  his  hands  hold  similar  appeal.  painting,  sewing,  cooking.  he  cycles  through  hobbies  on  a  whim;  some  persist,  while  others  are  only  as  good  for  what  fickle  moments  they  actually  manage  to  occupy  his  attention  before  growing  stale.  wood  carving  is  evidently  how  he's  chosen  to  spend  this  particular  evening  —  settling  down  in  a  comfortable  spot  to  watch  as  the  sun  slowly  crawls  below  the  horizon.  (  painting  the  sky  a  brilliant,  warm-toned  gradient  in  its  wake  —  like  BLEEDING  INK.  )  perhaps  tomorrow  something  else  might  catch  his  interest.  who  knows;  he  has  eternity  to  burn.

he  doesn't  look  up  at  the  sound  of  an  unfamiliar  voice,  merely  carving  away  another  paper-thin  strip  of  wood.  ❝  ... i  can't  say  i'd  make  for  good  company.  ❞  it's  not  necessarily  an  effort  to  push  her  away  (  though  it  would  be  DISHONEST  to  say  that  doesn't  play  a  role  )  but  rather  a  statement  of  fact  in  his  usual  blunt  manner.

several  seconds  pass,  the  silence  only  broken  by  the  intermittent  scraping  of  the  knife.  it  drags  on  long  enough  one  may  be  forgiven  for  assuming  that's  all  he  has  to  say  —  before  the  wanderer  suddenly  exhales  a  soft  huff  of  a  sigh.  ❝  ... but i also  can't  stop  you  either  way.  ❞  technically.  it's  not  as  if  he  OWNS  this  space.

MISC SENTENCE STARTERS

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send a ✏️ and names for some shenanigans using this

@etherose sent: ✏️ Faust and Hong Lu?

Hong Lu: Good morning! Faust, checking their watch: Correct.

Faust: I made tea. Hong Lu: I don't want tea. Faust: I didn't make you tea. This is my tea. Hong Lu: Then why did you tell me? Faust: It's a conversation starter. Hong Lu: It's a horrible conversation starter. Faust: Oh, is it? We're conversing. Checkmate.

Faust: I left instructions for everyone while I'm gone. Hong Lu: Mine just says "Hong Lu no." Faust: I want you to apply it to every possible situation.