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[metousiosis]

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[ For a moment, there is only black. A streetlight-- amber, standard as far as those go-- then it focuses out, and cuts back to black. Moments later, it turns back on, and light pink radiates through, patches of brown morphing like a kaleidoscope, unfocused. The image grows clearer-- sakura blossoms, and a smattering of

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voice;

[icingkills]

You're a very subtle man, aren't you?

voice;

[metousiosis]

It's a captivating image, isn't it?

voice;

[icingkills]

Are you an artist after all, then?

voice;

[metousiosis]

Everyone can be an artist.

voice;

[icingkills]

Then you're saying I could do that.

voice;

[metousiosis]

Could you?

voice;

[icingkills]

Not in that medium, I'm afraid.

voice;

[metousiosis]

Perhaps you're a more hands-on sort.

voice;

[icingkills]

I'd say so. And you prefer to do your work from a distance?

voice;

[metousiosis]

You already know the answer to your own question.

voice;

[icingkills]

In that case, do forgive me.

voice;

[metousiosis]

Apology accepted.

You weren't too professionally hazardous, I take it?

voice;

[icingkills]

Not at all. I can be careful.

voice;

[metousiosis]

It helps when you have company, doesn't it?

voice;

[icingkills]

It's something I'm used to.

Have you company, then?

voice;

[metousiosis]

Do you hear it?

[ Silence from him-- you can only hear the sakura rustling in the background. ]