[In all honesty, Nie Huaisang does not know what to make of Liquid. He's mostly been eyeing him from the crowd here and there, but hasn't made an effort to approach yet. It might be because Liquid makes him nervous, but then, a lot of things seem to make Nie Huaisang visibly nervous.
So it's one afternoon that he winds up in the middle of the mess hall, staring down at a cardboard box that's popped out of the vending machine, mysteriously. He's frowning, bending down to poke it with his closed fan]
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So it's one afternoon that he winds up in the middle of the mess hall, staring down at a cardboard box that's popped out of the vending machine, mysteriously. He's frowning, bending down to poke it with his closed fan]
Well...what use is this supposed to be?