In his distraction looking for the yomogi, Jin only half heard what his friend had said and imagined he was talking about the sketch. He waved his hand dismissively and grunted as if it was no big deal; he’d used a copying spell, it wasn’t like he’d sat there and drawn it by hand. But then Moon-ssi said the word ‘write’ and something triggered in Jin’s brain. The lyrics.
He came up short and turned quickly, a warm blush already blooming across his face. They were too far away for him to snatch it back and that would have been rude anyway. “N-Ne,” he answered shyly instead. Spirits, he’d forgotten he hadn’t shown Moon-ssi any of his writing before. Understandably maybe, considering a lot of the more sentimental ones were about him or things from home Jin didn’t typically share. But mostly him. Moving back towards his friend as the itch to peel his notebook away grew, Jin waved him along. “They’re nothing really…” he said. “Just thoughts mostly. Sometimes with a melody or rhythm or poetic structure.” He shrugged slightly, still flushed.
He came up short and turned quickly, a warm blush already blooming across his face. They were too far away for him to snatch it back and that would have been rude anyway. “N-Ne,” he answered shyly instead. Spirits, he’d forgotten he hadn’t shown Moon-ssi any of his writing before. Understandably maybe, considering a lot of the more sentimental ones were about him or things from home Jin didn’t typically share. But mostly him. Moving back towards his friend as the itch to peel his notebook away grew, Jin waved him along. “They’re nothing really…” he said. “Just thoughts mostly. Sometimes with a melody or rhythm or poetic structure.” He shrugged slightly, still flushed.
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* Jin takes potions and enchantments at times to give his voice a persuasive quality.
His performances, or even a simple conversation, can sometimes suggest thoughts
and ideas to his audiences.