...never mind. It was just a friendship handshake. [Lu Meng says, almost dismissively. For a moment he was about to spill, but something else holds him back, and he retreats back into the emotional tent he'd constructed, turning the counter splotchy grey.
A second passes. Another. The barkeeper hands over another glass of milk exchanging a puzzled look at Alvin. Another second.]
...It isn't how it felt like, but what it meant to us. [He admits.]
And now its the end of April! /ultimate sloth
A second passes. Another. The barkeeper hands over another glass of milk exchanging a puzzled look at Alvin. Another second.]
...It isn't how it felt like, but what it meant to us. [He admits.]