( ooc: end. just kidding. it never ends because i want them to have that talk ♥ )
[ Obviously, they're set to meet at Xingqiu's place, a studio flat because he has better things to spend his hard-earned money on than some luxurious apartment, wasteful pretentiousness is unnecessary gaudy when here managing his finances has become all the more important. Yes, he drop money on a second phone, that he saw as an investment. AS for the flat, the kitchen and bathroom are tidy enough, but the rest might need someone to give care. The few books he has obtained are neatly set against a wall. But there are articles of clothes on the single armchair, his bed is unmade, and his table seems more like a place for projects than for eating any meals.
It's the tabletop that has it worst. There are books there too, one with a bookmark at the very center. There are also some notebooks, some new, others clearly are in use. A scroll with beautiful calligraphy is unrolled to the point it is hanging off the table, then there is Xingqiu's latest project: an attempt to produce a map of the city for himself.
When he hears the knock, the door is immediately opened for his friend. Left behind is his usual attire, in a shirt that clearly indicates he knows what he is up to and he won't go without wearing shorts, is Xingqiu, very casual of him. ]
Well, you're finally here. Tea? Biscuits? A poptart?
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[ Obviously, they're set to meet at Xingqiu's place, a studio flat because he has better things to spend his hard-earned money on than some luxurious apartment, wasteful pretentiousness is unnecessary gaudy when here managing his finances has become all the more important. Yes, he drop money on a second phone, that he saw as an investment. AS for the flat, the kitchen and bathroom are tidy enough, but the rest might need someone to give care. The few books he has obtained are neatly set against a wall. But there are articles of clothes on the single armchair, his bed is unmade, and his table seems more like a place for projects than for eating any meals.
It's the tabletop that has it worst. There are books there too, one with a bookmark at the very center. There are also some notebooks, some new, others clearly are in use. A scroll with beautiful calligraphy is unrolled to the point it is hanging off the table, then there is Xingqiu's latest project: an attempt to produce a map of the city for himself.
When he hears the knock, the door is immediately opened for his friend. Left behind is his usual attire, in a shirt that clearly indicates he knows what he is up to and he won't go without wearing shorts, is Xingqiu, very casual of him. ]
Well, you're finally here. Tea? Biscuits? A poptart?
[ He steps aside to welcome Chongyun inside. ]