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[Yoite is at the kitchen table, and he's writing. There's paper scattered about, within three feet of where he can reach, but what he's working on is this.
It might be the most serene you've ever seen him.
There's an open book nearby, too, that he's working out of; a magnifying glass rests atop its pages. His hat's even off (though not his gloves; his handwriting's so big not only so that he can see it, but because his fingers are clumsy).
He doesn't mumble to himself as he works, nor does he look frustrated. He's just... doing this for the hell of it.
After a moment, he reaches for the magnifier, but as he's not look while he does so, grabs the LP instead. He lifts it, looks at it quizzically, and then switches it off.]
It might be the most serene you've ever seen him.
There's an open book nearby, too, that he's working out of; a magnifying glass rests atop its pages. His hat's even off (though not his gloves; his handwriting's so big not only so that he can see it, but because his fingers are clumsy).
He doesn't mumble to himself as he works, nor does he look frustrated. He's just... doing this for the hell of it.
After a moment, he reaches for the magnifier, but as he's not look while he does so, grabs the LP instead. He lifts it, looks at it quizzically, and then switches it off.]