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There was the whirr of machines coming from the end of the hallway, past the recording studio. Kami was seated in a small room, previously undiscovered, seated before a sewing machine. He was surrounded by felt-like fabrics, threads, and scissors and was in the process of running a large strip of cloth through the machine. It was bright pink in color, with lime green strips. It looked akin to the classic holiday candycane stripes with a neon twist. While Kami would never wear such a thing himself, he thought it would look absolutely endearing on hide. Besides, it was getting colder and he planned on making hide go out to find them a tree. Behind every sweet gesture is a sadistic intent, that was Kami's motto of the moment. Laughing softly to himself, he went on cut the strips at the each end of the scarf; he liked this fabric he had found in the room's closet because of it's tendency not to fray. Faintly, he wondered what hide was doing since he hadn't seen the other in hours.