pc catchall | homophonic | netzach

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      OBLOMOV.      

oblomov.
netzach.

❝ Now or never! 'To be or not to be!'"—Oblomov raised himself from his chair a little, but failing to find his slippers with his feet at once, sat down again. ❞

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[abstractart]

Hey. How's it going?

[netzach has Not cleaned up-- he still has paint smears on him, though they're likely almost all dried, and he's still finishing one last slushie he wandered off with. he takes a seat right next to him, happy touch week.

from this close it's a little clearer his pupils are kind of dilated, so. there's that. he doesn't really seem much more relaxed himself, though, but mostly because that'd be hard to manage when he's already usually lying around somewhere...]

[metacognition]

[ hm

isn't that weird because. well. it's hard to tell with fei du, because his eyes are pretty dark, but... it's almost like he's the same? he does not move netzach away from him or ease out of the way, because once again, it is touch week, and just tilts his head back against the equipment he's sitting on.

... ] ...It's been a strange afternoon. You?

[abstractart]

...definitely better.

[he's certainly more content than he's seemed to be since he showed up here, after spending all that time painting. if he's not being nudged away, though-- excuse him while he settles in comfortably.]

Like they read my mind.

[metacognition]

[ a beat. ]

...how so?

[abstractart]

I was gonna ask if I could get some paint for our base anyway, so...

[he has been Very pleased with the day.]

[metacognition]

I see. [ well, that makes sense. he rubs at his face a little with one hand, under his glasses. ]

You've got a hand for artsy stuff, don't you?

[abstractart]

Mhm. I'm the Patron Librarian of the artsy books and all, so...

[the laziest little jazzhands you ever did see.]

How'd yours go?

[metacognition]

I see - cultured.

[ uh huh. vibing. ]

Mm... well enough. Luo Wenzhou did most of the hard work. [ all fei du did was dick around and drink slushies. and painted a little but that's besides the point. ] There's not all that much that can be done for a warehouse.

[abstractart]

If you say so.

[is he cultured? debatable. but he'll take it.]

They're a little hard to cover, yeah... and the inside still needs work.

[metacognition]

"Work" is putting it generously. Do you all at least have beds?

[abstractart]

Do you guys...?

[they definitely don't have beds]

[metacognition]

Well, I do, but maybe not in the traditional sense.

[ it's wenzhou. ]

The Ikea is a lawless land.

[abstractart]

Yeah, it seems like it is. So far we've got a chair.

[just

singular chair]

[metacognition]

[ wow ]

For all of you?

[abstractart]

I usually sit on the floor anyway...

[metacognition]

[ he just. sighs. ]

What a lifestyle change...

[abstractart]

What are you used to?

[metacognition]

[ he's quiet for a moment, and starts counting on his fingers............

counting..... ]

....I think I own five residences, now? Give or take. Not counting hotels.

[abstractart]

Oh, you're the Nest type.

[nods... yeah, makes sense.]

What do you do with five houses?

[metacognition]

[ like. nesting...? for some reason that is funny, and fei du smiles at it, tilting his head back a little. he's too Vibey to be too bothered. ]

Mmm. I live between two...well, sort of. The others I rent out to people who need them. Rent in Yan City is expensive for the average person, so I try to provide somewhere fair.

[abstractart]

Huh. Most people who rented out space probably wouldn't bother with that...

[if nothing else, it sounds like he's different from the usual sort of person with that kind of money.]

So is managing them your job, or is that just something on the side for you?

[metacognition]

[ playfully, he lifts a hand and puts a finger to his own lips - a shhhh gesture, and then winks. don't tell anyone. ]

As for a job - no, it's just a side bit.

[abstractart]

[he gets a little thumbs up in turn. yeah, sure thing.]

You must be pretty busy, then.

[metacognition]

[ immediately ]

Oh, no, I'm a wastrel with no real job.

[abstractart]

I think I'd be more jealous of that than the income...

[man he WISHES he was a wastrel without a real job.]