[ his entire face twitches, and he turns his head to both school his features and tear away from oda's cold gaze. an uncomfortably long silence settles between them before he all but croaks out: ]
I . . . I didn't mean to offend. This one spoke thoughtlessly.
[ as soon as oda looks away, shang qinghua makes a face. it's an awkward grimace that he quickly fixes into an expression of polite calm. ]
When you hold a pen, do no words come to mind at all? What you write down for the first time will not always be good. This is expected. What matters is that you write something, even if it doesn't make sense.
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I . . . I didn't mean to offend. This one spoke thoughtlessly.
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[ oda's gaze softens, but he immediately glances away out of shame for his own actions.
he's already messed this up, huh... ]
It's not your fault. [ oda sighs ] Maybe you're right, actually. I just...don't know how to do it--how to see it like that.
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When you hold a pen, do no words come to mind at all? What you write down for the first time will not always be good. This is expected. What matters is that you write something, even if it doesn't make sense.
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[ oda hesitates, still unable to look back at sqh ]
I had something I once wanted to write but...if I try now I can't think of anything. My mind becomes blank.
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When I wrote, it was to vent my strong feelings at the time. A mind that's simply blank is . . .
[ he trails off, his head lowering before it snaps back up. ]
You need inspiration.