[You know what's more awkward than the note that he wrote for the offering? When Shang Qinghua enters the Parlor, he's basically ambushed. All at once, there's an arm around his shoulder and Indulgence is hanging off of him.]
Hey there, pal! Just the guy I was hoping to see. Why don't you take a load off? Oh, and no hard feelings about the whole octopus debacle, right? I didn't think so. What's your pleasure? Water, tea, juice, booze, coffee? Something to keep you awake for days? Something to make you forget? Something to help you sleep? You want it, you name it, I got it. Sit! Sit!
[It appears in front of Qinghua as soon as he sits, a lovely smelling cup of green tea. He'll probably need the calming effects to deal with this man, anyway.]
So, tell me, a smart man like yourself, what exactly is it you want out of this whole shebang? There's gotta be at least one thing. There always is.
[He slides across from Qinghua, into the opposite side of the booth.]
[A smart man? That's one way to butter him up. He's not stupid, but he wouldn't call himself very smart. He brings the cup of tea up to his lips as he regards Indulgence with curiosity.]
Do you mean, my wish? I would like to return to my world.
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Hey there, pal! Just the guy I was hoping to see. Why don't you take a load off? Oh, and no hard feelings about the whole octopus debacle, right? I didn't think so. What's your pleasure? Water, tea, juice, booze, coffee? Something to keep you awake for days? Something to make you forget? Something to help you sleep? You want it, you name it, I got it. Sit! Sit!
[And he's dragging Qinghua to a booth.]
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G-Great Indulgence, there is nothing to want for. The temple provides all that Qinghua could ever need. But if I must, some tea would be good . . .
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[It appears in front of Qinghua as soon as he sits, a lovely smelling cup of green tea. He'll probably need the calming effects to deal with this man, anyway.]
So, tell me, a smart man like yourself, what exactly is it you want out of this whole shebang? There's gotta be at least one thing. There always is.
[He slides across from Qinghua, into the opposite side of the booth.]
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Do you mean, my wish? I would like to return to my world.
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[It's always been a reflex to smile when he's unsettled. So he smiles, albeit with a shaky quirk to his lips.]
I don't understand the question.