十 四 ; shí sì

[getsome_sleep]

I understand that the voices following us all are not reliable sources of information; but still, I do wonder who, exactly, have I tried to kill with a forklift.

Smoke-jūn, may I meet with you sometimes this week? I'm in need of some advice that I think you are best equipped to give.

-- 火

[OOC: Sorry couldn't resist. ^_^]

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[inthecenterfold]

Advice? From me? Well alright.

[getsome_sleep]

My thanks. If you would be so kind as to come to my house, I will see a meal prepared for your trouble.

[OOC: quicklog please? ^^]

[inthecenterfold]

[Sure thing~ You can go ahead and start when Huo replies XD]

That's fine and all but just one problem - I have no idea where you live.

[offline~]

[getsome_sleep]

[Having set the time and given Smoke instructions as to how to get to his house, Huo made some effort toward making the promised meal a good one. The steamed buns weren't very fancy food, but he was good at making them and the vegetables were fresh. It was compensation for Smoke's time, but it was more than that - considering the questions he was going to ask, it might wind up serving as an apology of sorts, as well.

At the appointed time, the table was set, and Huo sat at it, waiting, idly toying with his wooden flute. Along with the freshly cooked food, the table also held a small, closed basket; through the wicker, light gleamed on something within.]