[Oh dear—did she not like his selfie? What an embarrassing gaffe on his part. Liem has many, many years of experience with the correct way to politely obey directions, so this is really just inexcusable. He can certainly do better. Will he? That remains to be seen.]
Of course. My mistake. 😌
[The door is already seen to, so Liem picks himself up from the chair, places his phone aside, and kneels on the cushion—spine straight, shoulders relaxed back, head slightly bowed, and fluffy tail nestled between his feet. It may very well be another twenty minutes—or even longer—before Jester actually gets here, but Liem is no stranger to spending time on his knees, and he’s content to wait.
His dark eyes drift closed on a gradual breath, stay that way as he releases it again. This is the pose he adopts during his morning meditation, and although twenty minutes is longer than he usually spends on it, the cushion is a luxury that he doesn’t usually afford himself. He doesn’t think about the ache in his body or wonder about the passing of time. Instead all of his attention is reserved for the slow movement of breath through him, and for the anticipation of Jester’s arrival. It could be in moments, or it could be in an hour—either way, he will be waiting.]
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Of course. My mistake. 😌
[The door is already seen to, so Liem picks himself up from the chair, places his phone aside, and kneels on the cushion—spine straight, shoulders relaxed back, head slightly bowed, and fluffy tail nestled between his feet. It may very well be another twenty minutes—or even longer—before Jester actually gets here, but Liem is no stranger to spending time on his knees, and he’s content to wait.
His dark eyes drift closed on a gradual breath, stay that way as he releases it again. This is the pose he adopts during his morning meditation, and although twenty minutes is longer than he usually spends on it, the cushion is a luxury that he doesn’t usually afford himself. He doesn’t think about the ache in his body or wonder about the passing of time. Instead all of his attention is reserved for the slow movement of breath through him, and for the anticipation of Jester’s arrival. It could be in moments, or it could be in an hour—either way, he will be waiting.]