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[[CONTENT WARNING: alcohol, drunkeness.]]

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[For better or for worse, Hanzo has found himself a moment of quiet. The bad part is, is that he's been doing his best to keep himself busy. The good part is, he has several cans of beer to keep him company for the time being. Not exactly one for PUBLIC drinking, Hanzo has found a quiet corner in one of the larger parks to sit by the water and drink.

Genji disappeared back home over a month ago, and his brother's disappearance had been something he'd tried to ignore, but as feelings do when they're left to sit and grow sour it cut into his sleep and then his waking hours. Working at the shop with Cordelia had been something to keep him busy, but even there, he'd run out of things to do. His thoughts eventually drift to the one serious conversation he'd managed to have with Genji, and then the seeds of reconciliation that had been planted but not really come to fruition]

A wasted opportunity, you old fool. Not that you deserved redemption. [talking to himself, now. That's great. He looks down at the can in his hand and frowns, emptying it by tossing it back and then crushing it in his hand. It joins the rest of the dead soldiers next to him, and Hanzo shuts his eyes to let the pleasant swimming sensation shove the unpleasant feelings he'd rather avoid back into the void from where they came.]

[[OPTION ONE]] [Should someone approach him, he could still be sitting up staring into the water of the lake he's chosen to sit by, or, should they find him as the sun starts to dip over the horizon and it's begun to grow dark...

He's taking an impromptu nap in the grass.]

[[OPTION TWO]] [Eventually he's going to try to wander home. He's cleaned up after himself, but that doesn't mean he's sober. Not by a longshot. There's a blush to his face, and his steps, while carefully measured, still sway and hesitate slightly. At one point he stops his stroll to hold onto a iron fence post to steady himself, the once pleasant swimming feeling now decidedly overpowering at times. When he moves to walk again, he might just bump into someone, or stumble trying to avoid them.]

Fool.

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[[CONTENT WARNING: alcohol, drunkeness.]]

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[ Since her arrival a few months back, Lioriley had made a point of visiting the Library every chance she got. With how large the building was, chances are her overly ambitious goal of reading every book in the place wouldn't happen for quite some time. It gave her something to do, though; a goal she could look forward to accomplishing in her time here.

It made it easy for her to meet people, too. She was there enough that familiar faces came by more and more often. Satya had been one of them — but up until now she had not bothered to approach her. Likely because they were both busy, invested in a book, or only passing each other by quickly. Today, when there was a sufficient and appropriate break to do so, the small elven woman finally walked over to her. ]

Good evening, miss. I could not help but notice you come here quite frequently. Might I be so bold as to ask what you have been researching?