Oct 19, 2010 11:53
[Motochika folds a blanket as he speaks, on the dining room table. A small basket is nearby. There is an anticipatory glint in his eyes, though what he is waiting for is anyone's guess.]
We are returned to our rightful bodies. A relief, certainly, but did you not find the experience to be insightful?
[When the blanket is folded small enough, he places it aside, and takes a seat.]
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rpg: vatheon