[ peace negotiations were supposed to be put together around a wedding, a joyful occasion of unity. they were not supposed to be like this, with half of montevallo burned, and the whole world falling apart to the best of it's ability around xie lian's hands.
nonetheless, with details arranged and a meeting place set up, xie lian makes his way to meet chuuya nakahara alone. unarmed, and even without either of his constant presence bodyguards, he awaits chuuya in a truly neutral business in middleton, quietly sweeping into a back room without much fuss, ten minutes before their initial meeting time.
there's a teacup on the table, and a small notepad, but beyond that, the meeting place is sparse. xie lian's hands are on the table; he wants no pretense, as he waits for the head of the mori family to arrive. ]
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nonetheless, with details arranged and a meeting place set up, xie lian makes his way to meet chuuya nakahara alone. unarmed, and even without either of his constant presence bodyguards, he awaits chuuya in a truly neutral business in middleton, quietly sweeping into a back room without much fuss, ten minutes before their initial meeting time.
there's a teacup on the table, and a small notepad, but beyond that, the meeting place is sparse. xie lian's hands are on the table; he wants no pretense, as he waits for the head of the mori family to arrive. ]