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[mydedicatedfix]

[Kid's been feeling guilty for not being in the action during Westport, for not being able to aid those in need. Being the literal son of (the death) god weighs heavy on a young lad's head, and he really can't shake the feeling that he should be doing something more. This, of course, means Kid has decided to help everyone feel better in the only

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[pleasedontopen]

[Here approaches a girl wearing a blanket, possibly being wrapped a little too tightly to care about symmetry due to the excitement of it being there, watching you there.]

Hello?

[mydedicatedfix]

Oh? Hello?

[Kid turns around from his work, what? That pile of blankets wasn't there befo-- oh, is that someone inside? He walks over, totally examining you.

Then attempts to adjust your blankets so they fold around your symmetrically.]

[pleasedontopen]

[She grips onto her blankets tightly, turning a little.]

Stop that!

[mydedicatedfix]

But just look at you! Look at your folds! To leave them like this is, is, it's unforgivable!

[pleasedontopen]

I like my folds!

[mydedicatedfix]

--Ohh, words of ignorance. How depressing! Tell me, have you ever tried folding your dressing in a more symmetrical manner? It never ceases to surprise me how people go through their lives without proper balance even once!