Just indulging in a personal hobby of mine. Did you know the poem inscribed in the main hall was penned by myself?
[Sandalphon's never told anyone he writes poetry before—though Izumi may have suspected it, given Sandalphon's high standards of everyone and everything else. If anyone could figure it out, it would be the one who knows him so well.
Truthfully, he'd much rather spend all night writing poems instead of resting for that cotillion. Socializing is dull at best—and miserable at worst.]
...Chamomile tea, is it...
[An herbal tea that will help him sleep, rather than his usual coffee. Izumi really is thoughtful.]
...Did you make enough for two people?
[He's inviting Izumi to stay awhile. Seems like he doesn't intend to sleep just yet...and how could he, when his muse is right beside him? He can't very well stop writing now.]
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[Sandalphon's never told anyone he writes poetry before—though Izumi may have suspected it, given Sandalphon's high standards of everyone and everything else. If anyone could figure it out, it would be the one who knows him so well.
Truthfully, he'd much rather spend all night writing poems instead of resting for that cotillion. Socializing is dull at best—and miserable at worst.]
...Chamomile tea, is it...
[An herbal tea that will help him sleep, rather than his usual coffee. Izumi really is thoughtful.]
...Did you make enough for two people?
[He's inviting Izumi to stay awhile. Seems like he doesn't intend to sleep just yet...and how could he, when his muse is right beside him? He can't very well stop writing now.]