Anzu was, in fact, sneaking a nap in the library, hidden behind a stack of old almanacs. He answers promptly, though his voice is bleary with sleep.
"Hmm? Nu, darling, I'm ... safe enough, by the library. The infected don't care much for reading, it seems. Why ask'st thou?"
He doesn't just sound half-asleep, he also sounds distinctly relieved to hear Shen Qingqiu — he's been worried. He'd tried contacting Shen Qingqiu earlier with no luck, and had begun to fear the worst. But he's at least trying to sound calm.
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Anzu was, in fact, sneaking a nap in the library, hidden behind a stack of old almanacs. He answers promptly, though his voice is bleary with sleep.
"Hmm? Nu, darling, I'm ... safe enough, by the library. The infected don't care much for reading, it seems. Why ask'st thou?"
He doesn't just sound half-asleep, he also sounds distinctly relieved to hear Shen Qingqiu — he's been worried. He'd tried contacting Shen Qingqiu earlier with no luck, and had begun to fear the worst. But he's at least trying to sound calm.