fic rec Friday
Dec. 18th, 2020 05:46 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
marcicatLove Notes, by ericacea
Wei Ying spins around in her studio chair as dramatically as she can, then gets up and stomps toward where Lan Zhan is sitting on the couch. “I know procrastination when I see it," she says. "Why won’t you just record the damn piece? Are you embarrassed or something?”
Wei Ying spins around in her studio chair as dramatically as she can, then gets up and stomps toward where Lan Zhan is sitting on the couch. “I know procrastination when I see it," she says. "Why won’t you just record the damn piece? Are you embarrassed or something?”
