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Inara's in the Bar, sitting in a booth, with her customary cup of tea. Not so customary are the sheets of paper scattered around her, each with a half finished enso started. The zen circles aren't perfect and as Inara works, her tongue sticking between her teeth, it's obvious that it's starting to get on her nerves.

She growls, frustrated, and crumples the one she's working on, shoving it to the side.

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[ooc: may drop off the face of the earth. rp ennui still in effect, boooo. but tag now and i promise i'll try my hardest not to be lame D:]