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[Kanda is presently occupying one of the neutral sitting rooms, on one of the couches. His his lap is a wododen box, old and weathered with some vines sticking too it and the hinges and clasp rusted over. It's roughly jewelry box sized.
At the moment, he's attempting to force it open with his bear hands. It's not working as well as it could be, but something about it has piqued his curiosity enough to bother anyway. He can find a tool later if it doesn't work]
At the moment, he's attempting to force it open with his bear hands. It's not working as well as it could be, but something about it has piqued his curiosity enough to bother anyway. He can find a tool later if it doesn't work]