[ huaisang, perhaps unlike many others in the team, is largely — well, not unbothered by the way the mission went, as he thinks everyone was rightly stupid for not just getting the orb and returning to the station immediately... but he's content to ignore people, stay out of debates or discussions of what happened with a smile and a sheepish sorry, I really don't know, I wasn't really involved.
so back on the station, he gets to what he's been doing all the previous weeks there — painting, collecting poetry, drinking tea.
it is the last of those he is engaged in, finished boiling a perfect pot of some anji baicha, as he spots the doctor eating... hm, actually, he doesn't really want to know just what he's eating.
he skips closer. ]
Ah, afternoon! What a lucky chance, seeing you here. You may remember the story of the glowing broth you told me... back then I was warned, you see, to not get you telling stories, but I love stories. Would you have another one for this humble man?
[ The Doctor is, in fact, enjoying a plate of 'alien-ingredients spaghetti bolognese' — a late lunch after working a little bit past the hour in the labs. The noodles themselves are an odd sort of green colour, but the sauce at least appears to be the same ... deep red and very tomato-y. It certainly might not look appetizing to all, but it smells good at least.
He looks up when Huaisang approaches and waves him over with an enthusiastic 'Mm!', mouth full, offering the empty seat across from him while he works on his noodles and swallows. ]
Oh, well — you should do well to ignore any and all warnings some might give you regarding stories. [ Especially the ones he tells, because they are a hoot. ] Who doesn't love stories, eh? I'd be happy to tell you some, if you'd like. You only have to tell me what you're interested in hearing about.
[ there's genuine enthusiasm in his tone, not just saying it for the sake of it but rather meaning it entirely. he has ever been a lover of the arts, and stories — well, stories have power.
he amends, twisting the fan in his hand, ]
Well, maybe nothing too scary... But you have seen a lot of places, haven't you? What is the most remarkable adventure you have gone on?
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so back on the station, he gets to what he's been doing all the previous weeks there — painting, collecting poetry, drinking tea.
it is the last of those he is engaged in, finished boiling a perfect pot of some anji baicha, as he spots the doctor eating... hm, actually, he doesn't really want to know just what he's eating.
he skips closer. ]
Ah, afternoon! What a lucky chance, seeing you here. You may remember the story of the glowing broth you told me... back then I was warned, you see, to not get you telling stories, but I love stories. Would you have another one for this humble man?
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He looks up when Huaisang approaches and waves him over with an enthusiastic 'Mm!', mouth full, offering the empty seat across from him while he works on his noodles and swallows. ]
Oh, well — you should do well to ignore any and all warnings some might give you regarding stories. [ Especially the ones he tells, because they are a hoot. ] Who doesn't love stories, eh? I'd be happy to tell you some, if you'd like. You only have to tell me what you're interested in hearing about.
no subject
[ there's genuine enthusiasm in his tone, not just saying it for the sake of it but rather meaning it entirely. he has ever been a lover of the arts, and stories — well, stories have power.
he amends, twisting the fan in his hand, ]
Well, maybe nothing too scary... But you have seen a lot of places, haven't you? What is the most remarkable adventure you have gone on?