[morning is perhaps a little early for alcohol, but someone is double-dead, so you know what, all bets are off. which isn't to say waner is getting plastered, because she isn't; rather, she's seated at a table with her phone open to the death announcement, a notebook in which she's scribbling notes in front of her, and a small glass of rice wine off to the side.
there's a lipstick stain on the rim, and it seems there's just a bit of the liquid missing; she's only taken a sip or two. but her brows are pinched, and after a moment, she takes another sip before scribbling something else down.
she doesn't seem to notice anyone approaching, but she also seems to be focusing pretty hard.]
week 0, friday
there's a lipstick stain on the rim, and it seems there's just a bit of the liquid missing; she's only taken a sip or two. but her brows are pinched, and after a moment, she takes another sip before scribbling something else down.
she doesn't seem to notice anyone approaching, but she also seems to be focusing pretty hard.]