[oh, phew, this is a relief. Nie Lianfang's notes had indeed confirmed Huaisang's presence in Trench, but it is reassuring to see that his cousin's demeanour hasn't changed. perhaps he, too, has arrived here from the same version of their world. wouldn't that be nice!
(the narrator: it would not, in fact, be nice.)
there's really no getting around all the trappings of the Qinghe Nie that characterize his appearance: the braids, the colour of the clothes he favours, the giant fucking zhanmadao--a sabre--propped up against the bedroom wall behind him. there's no undercurrent of anxiety holding his shoulders taut and poised, he doesn't look like he's one unexpected loud noise away from bolting like a prey animal, or like he's trying to pretend he hasn't killed someone's brother.]
A-Sang, [warmly and with obvious relief,] I'm so glad you're here. Are you all right? Can we speak for a moment? [a brief pause, then,] If this is not the best time, I can of course call back later.
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(the narrator: it would not, in fact, be nice.)
there's really no getting around all the trappings of the Qinghe Nie that characterize his appearance: the braids, the colour of the clothes he favours, the giant fucking zhanmadao--a sabre--propped up against the bedroom wall behind him. there's no undercurrent of anxiety holding his shoulders taut and poised, he doesn't look like he's one unexpected loud noise away from bolting like a prey animal, or like he's trying to pretend he hasn't killed someone's brother.]
A-Sang, [warmly and with obvious relief,] I'm so glad you're here. Are you all right? Can we speak for a moment? [a brief pause, then,] If this is not the best time, I can of course call back later.