[ Having learned the hard way a few times that the bartender is unreliable in meeting requests, to put it lightly, his drink this time around is just water. Probably for the best since he's still not recovered from the last cocktail which was far from his request (and far from drinkable) and a careful sip of it as Sunday walks confirms this is actually water. A relief, honestly.
His trip to the pool tonight isn't with one of the many paperbacks he's found on the shelves in his other hand but a different sort of book: the journal that made it here with him. An old habit he hadn't considered embracing beyond sentimentality, but he's found some delight in recording what's happened so far. Perhaps Dan Heng will appreciate the information for the data bank should there be a chance to add it.
As Sunday seats himself in a chair and sets his glass down onto the side table by it - and doesn't try to move the chair, having learned his lesson earlier when accidentally waking another guest - he glances up idly at someone nearby then pauses when realizing they seem to have the same idea. It's possible his gaze lingers a bit too long since when who he was observing looks up, Sunday inclines his head slightly in acknowledgement. ]
I certainly cannot complain given our surroundings. [ A nice break from having no air conditioning, certainly. He takes a seat in the chair with journal temporarily forgotten in his lap as he gestures to G'raha's notebook. ] You're the first I've seen hard at work on something here, I must say. Hopefully it is also something pleasant.
poolside!
His trip to the pool tonight isn't with one of the many paperbacks he's found on the shelves in his other hand but a different sort of book: the journal that made it here with him. An old habit he hadn't considered embracing beyond sentimentality, but he's found some delight in recording what's happened so far. Perhaps Dan Heng will appreciate the information for the data bank should there be a chance to add it.
As Sunday seats himself in a chair and sets his glass down onto the side table by it - and doesn't try to move the chair, having learned his lesson earlier when accidentally waking another guest - he glances up idly at someone nearby then pauses when realizing they seem to have the same idea. It's possible his gaze lingers a bit too long since when who he was observing looks up, Sunday inclines his head slightly in acknowledgement. ]
I certainly cannot complain given our surroundings. [ A nice break from having no air conditioning, certainly. He takes a seat in the chair with journal temporarily forgotten in his lap as he gestures to G'raha's notebook. ] You're the first I've seen hard at work on something here, I must say. Hopefully it is also something pleasant.