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[it's sunny in this courtyard, but the Kanda seated at the table is still bundled up in a sweater (yes, that gay sweater. it's actually really cozy, you know.) and thick sweatpants. hair is tied up as usual (no bun, this time), and there's the beginnings of bandages on his wrist. if the sleeves weren't there, they'd be running all the way up his arm and to his shoulders.
he's stirring a cup of tea that's on the table in front of him. kind of normal, isn't it?
..except the Dressing Room has found it fitting to replace the handle end of the spoon with a lotus stalk, complete with a blooming flower.
and still he keeps stirring...]
he's stirring a cup of tea that's on the table in front of him. kind of normal, isn't it?
..except the Dressing Room has found it fitting to replace the handle end of the spoon with a lotus stalk, complete with a blooming flower.
and still he keeps stirring...]