[ there sure are! there's a bird perched on top of xie lian's bun, sitting there as if it's going to make it into a nest. he's perfectly at peace, eyes closed, in tune with the world around him, and when hansa speaks to him, xie lian inhales, exhales, and then opens his eyes to greet him with a calm smile. ]
Ah, good afternoon, Hansa. I was just meditating - would you care to join me?
[ xie lian attempts to look up at the bird, and naturally fails. it's making a nest out of his bun, currently, plucking out strands as it sees fit. ] Um, that's fine. I didn't think I'd been out here that long.
Haha. You sort of look like one of those princesses from those movies - you know, the one who sings to all the woodland creatures, and they just come up because they love her that much.
[me closing my eyes at the fact HANSA MIGHT HAVE SEEN DISNEY FILMS]
Anyways, if you don't mind it making a home on your head, you should try to shoo it away.
[The bird doesn't look too pleased by another person just reaching for it, and starts to peck at Hansa's hands too, but he seems, somehow, very nonplussed. Cupping the little bird, he lifts it away from the other's hair. The bird tweets indignantly.]
There we go. [And he opens his hands - the bird shoots the two an angry little look and flies off.] Bye, bye, bird.
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Ah, good afternoon, Hansa. I was just meditating - would you care to join me?
[ there's still a bird in his hair. ]
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[Pointing at the bird. LOOK, IT'S A BIRB.]
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[ xie lian attempts to look up at the bird, and naturally fails. it's making a nest out of his bun, currently, plucking out strands as it sees fit. ] Um, that's fine. I didn't think I'd been out here that long.
[ should. should he move? probably not??? ]
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[me closing my eyes at the fact HANSA MIGHT HAVE SEEN DISNEY FILMS]
Anyways, if you don't mind it making a home on your head, you should try to shoo it away.
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it pecks at his fingers. ] - Ah! [ fuck you xie lian, says the bird. ] Ahaha... would you mind helping, terribly...?
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[The bird doesn't look too pleased by another person just reaching for it, and starts to peck at Hansa's hands too, but he seems, somehow, very nonplussed. Cupping the little bird, he lifts it away from the other's hair. The bird tweets indignantly.]
There we go. [And he opens his hands - the bird shoots the two an angry little look and flies off.] Bye, bye, bird.