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[In the Lotus Courtyard, there's an unusual Kanda sitting with one leg tucked under him. On his forehead is red dot, and he grips a lit cigarette in his thin fingers while reading a newspaper. Robes of some priestly order cover his body and a scroll of unknown origins is draped over his shoulders like a mantle.
A bug flits to close and he smacks it aside with a paper fan from within the confines of his robe with the ease of practice and a satisfying smack of paper on bug. From the ashtray's contents he's been here a while.]
[ooc: Canonmate to terrifyingsmile. Verse info here.]
A bug flits to close and he smacks it aside with a paper fan from within the confines of his robe with the ease of practice and a satisfying smack of paper on bug. From the ashtray's contents he's been here a while.]
[ooc: Canonmate to terrifyingsmile. Verse info here.]