[ Forty five minutes later, Dan Heng is standing up on the pedestrian overpass, a canteen of cool water in his hand as he watches Jing Yuan sleep. Five minutes later, he's still waiting, trying to think through what he wants to say, and how, and the canteen is empty. Why is he so worried? It's not like he's breaking his exile, talking to Jing Yuan — and even if he was, who's going to do anything about it? This isn't the Luofu. This is an entirely different situation, and he's going to keep moving and make the best of it.
He descends the stairs quietly, a faint shadow in the afternoon light, and attempts to wake the Dozing General with a gentle shake of the shoulder, trying to not startle the cat. ]
... General.
[ This is kind of like how Mr. Yang dozes off when he creates copies of projections of the anime he used to make, isn't it? Jeez, old people. ]
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He descends the stairs quietly, a faint shadow in the afternoon light, and attempts to wake the Dozing General with a gentle shake of the shoulder, trying to not startle the cat. ]
... General.
[ This is kind of like how Mr. Yang dozes off when he creates copies of projections of the anime he used to make, isn't it? Jeez, old people. ]