"Absolutely," says Shen Yuan, squeezing his hand and letting go so they can both stand. "I've had enough of painting tiny little flowers for the day anyway." He leaves Galahad's portrait to dry—hazards and benefits of working in oils—and picks up his paint water so he can dump it out in the kitchen, or behind one of the bars, wherever they're headed. "Lead the way, bro."
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Date: 2023-11-27 08:35 pm (UTC)