[It's merely coincidence that he ends up near Emily's apartment. He hasn't held vigil there for a long time, not after he--they--attacked her, but he's making his way back from the store when the ribbon holding his braid in breaks.
Normally, he'd wait, shove it back, but...Bi'an hums in the back of his mind, even with the sips of the medicine he's been drinking. He...doesn't want to silence it completely.
So he takes a seat under an overhang, freeing it and starting to comb his hair out with his fingers. His braid is a mess, really--He's never been one to maintain it much. When he was alone, it was enough to keep it out of his eyes. When they were together, Bi'an would take the task upon himself with an almost greedy eagerness, and Wujiu would let him. In the Manor, they'd take turns.
His hands are meant for fighting, repairing umbrellas, mending slippers. Hair braiding isn't quite his forte.]
IDK WHEN after all the other stuff
Normally, he'd wait, shove it back, but...Bi'an hums in the back of his mind, even with the sips of the medicine he's been drinking. He...doesn't want to silence it completely.
So he takes a seat under an overhang, freeing it and starting to comb his hair out with his fingers. His braid is a mess, really--He's never been one to maintain it much. When he was alone, it was enough to keep it out of his eyes. When they were together, Bi'an would take the task upon himself with an almost greedy eagerness, and Wujiu would let him. In the Manor, they'd take turns.
His hands are meant for fighting, repairing umbrellas, mending slippers. Hair braiding isn't quite his forte.]