[He does linger on her message a little bit before he actually moves from his bed. She hadn’t said before that she was texting him while she was in the bath—but now that she does, he can’t help but recall the glimpses he’d seen of her when they swam together in Haustram, can’t help but imagine how she might look reclining playfully in a porcelain tub, tapping out phone messages amidst clouds of soft foam. Despite the lack of photos or extra description, he finds himself tempted to spend another moment or two on that thought, and he has to remind himself that he has a task to complete.
The matter of the chair is far from convenient. His only armchairs are downstairs on the second floor—but fortunately, while his transformation this month did rob him of some height and mass, the increased influence of his emerald more than makes up for the difference. He retrieves a cream-coloured chair, richly embroidered in pink, gold, and sky blue, and carries it upstairs like an ant transporting a crust of bread. By contrast, the floor cushion is easy to manage. His renovated garage is now rife with floor-seating options, cushions included, so he simply pilfers one and arranges it at the foot of the relocated chair. Lastly, he unlocks his front door before going back upstairs—just in case Jester isn’t inclined to knock.
The whole arrangement now sits at the foot of his bed, perched atop the plush rug in close to the middle of the room. Jester didn’t ask for him to send her a picture, but since it doesn’t take him very long to do as she’s asked and she isn’t here yet, he sees no harm in taking the initiative and sending her an update. Using the combined powers of his camera timer and a recently-purchased phone stand, Liem snaps a picture of the setup—with him seated cozily in the chair itself, leaning on one armrest as he regards the camera with playful impatience. It’s the work of only a moment to retrieve his phone and send the picture to Jester.]
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[He does linger on her message a little bit before he actually moves from his bed. She hadn’t said before that she was texting him while she was in the bath—but now that she does, he can’t help but recall the glimpses he’d seen of her when they swam together in Haustram, can’t help but imagine how she might look reclining playfully in a porcelain tub, tapping out phone messages amidst clouds of soft foam. Despite the lack of photos or extra description, he finds himself tempted to spend another moment or two on that thought, and he has to remind himself that he has a task to complete.
The matter of the chair is far from convenient. His only armchairs are downstairs on the second floor—but fortunately, while his transformation this month did rob him of some height and mass, the increased influence of his emerald more than makes up for the difference. He retrieves a cream-coloured chair, richly embroidered in pink, gold, and sky blue, and carries it upstairs like an ant transporting a crust of bread. By contrast, the floor cushion is easy to manage. His renovated garage is now rife with floor-seating options, cushions included, so he simply pilfers one and arranges it at the foot of the relocated chair. Lastly, he unlocks his front door before going back upstairs—just in case Jester isn’t inclined to knock.
The whole arrangement now sits at the foot of his bed, perched atop the plush rug in close to the middle of the room. Jester didn’t ask for him to send her a picture, but since it doesn’t take him very long to do as she’s asked and she isn’t here yet, he sees no harm in taking the initiative and sending her an update. Using the combined powers of his camera timer and a recently-purchased phone stand, Liem snaps a picture of the setup—with him seated cozily in the chair itself, leaning on one armrest as he regards the camera with playful impatience. It’s the work of only a moment to retrieve his phone and send the picture to Jester.]