[ Ephemera doesn't take pictures of his sketchbook - for exactly this reason, as it turns out - but when there's a will, apparently there's also a way in Duplicity. Someone, or something, has gotten into his sketchbooks. And so there's a picture of a sketch depicting Huaisang from the shoulders up, back in camp. Smiling, despite the bullshit uniform and the circumstances. ]
[Ephemera will not be able to hear the shriek of delight unless he just happens to be in Huaisang's neighborhood in the up, but there's soon a text message sent out in response.]
Oh, Ephemera, I love it, it's wonderful. You're a fantastic artist.
[ His education has been fun on that count. But snapping at Huaisang feels more than vaguely like kicking a puppy when he's so goddamn sincere, even over text. ]
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Oh, Ephemera, I love it, it's wonderful. You're a fantastic artist.
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[ What the fuck. And then, a moment later: ]
i didn't send this
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Duplicity does this sometimes. They have their ways. Sometimes they like to remind us we have no privacy.
It's a really lovely picture though.
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[ His education has been fun on that count. But snapping at Huaisang feels more than vaguely like kicking a puppy when he's so goddamn sincere, even over text. ]
glad you like it
[ Is this how normal people talk? ]
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Would you like to come over? I'd be happy to show you more of my art.