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[stand_unshaken]

 

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[stand_unshaken]

Yeah. Don't I know it. [He sounds tired, most of all. Worried.]

I'll leave you be.

[And he does - until the next day, when he sends him a message:]

She can give me your things, in exchange for the handkerchief. I assume the blood's already washed off?

[wildguardian]

It's clean. I'll drop it by your room in a few.

[And he will; the handkerchief's folded and tucked in an envelope. He's attached, in a spirit of deep sarcasm, a stick-on bow to the outside.]

[stand_unshaken]

[He finds it after Yunlan's already left, and sends him back:]

You're a real gentleman.

[wildguardian]

Sure. Tell me when she's ready to return what she took.

[stand_unshaken]

He doesn't - not directly. He just gets Yunlan's things back, then puts them in front of his door and knocks before sending out:

Things are on your doorstep. Do me a favor, just stay away from her for a while.

[wildguardian]

Gladly.

I appreciate your help.