[D7 LM, Moshu's room] - My door is open (open)

[Kitsu Moshumaru]

How they made it through he did not know, but he did know he needed to relax. Taking out his writing tools, he simply began to write - not anything meaning, heavens forbid, but characters and strings of characters that felt good to write.
"Heaven", "Wanderlust", "precipitation" - long, intricate words which required fancy brushwork and dexterous hand.

He had otherwise made his room presentable and left his door ajar, should someone require his attention.

[Indulging brushwork passion for -3 strife.]