[After a bit more rummaging through the bathroom cabinet, Yuan manages to produce a tube of scented lubrication. For a split second, he's left wondering if he's playing right into the Malnosso's hands by doing this. It is the middle of February and mysterious, cozy little homes did just pop out of nowhere.
... Oh, to hell with it all. Thinking about these sort of things is wasting precious time. He hurries back into the bedroom, already unscrewing the cap of the tube as he settles back down on the bed.]
[18th of February]
... Oh, to hell with it all. Thinking about these sort of things is wasting precious time. He hurries back into the bedroom, already unscrewing the cap of the tube as he settles back down on the bed.]