"Sims! Are you busy?" Shen Qingqiu's voice is bright and animated with excitement over the sending stone, a far cry from the subdued nervous he'd spoken to Jon when they first met or the clipped and accusing way he tossed words in his face soon afterwards -- but then, they've been on much more friendly terms for nearly a month now, and Shen Qingqiu himself is close to completing his ninth month on Marrow Island. It'd been a surprising little luxury, adapting to the local culture and the cultures of his acquaintances at his at his own pace, picking and choosing which of his own habits he'd keep and which he'd...oh, not discard, certainly not. But put up on a shelf for now.
(A few changes were necessary, in the end. For all his prickliness and pretensions Shen Yuan had always been haunted by a deep-seated need to be liked, and that didn't exactly go away when he became Shen Qingqiu.
If anything it got worse.)
"I found the most amazing thing at Calloway's," he's explaining now, grinning at his sending stone as though Jon can see his face. "You have to see it. Actually you should just come over. Whenever you're free."
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A Silver Sword, a Plastic Figure
Date: 2024-09-29 12:10 pm (UTC)(A few changes were necessary, in the end. For all his prickliness and pretensions Shen Yuan had always been haunted by a deep-seated need to be liked, and that didn't exactly go away when he became Shen Qingqiu.
If anything it got worse.)
"I found the most amazing thing at Calloway's," he's explaining now, grinning at his sending stone as though Jon can see his face. "You have to see it. Actually you should just come over. Whenever you're free."