[The view isn't from directly overhead, but it's almost there and it's steady, displaying a mahogany table top and a pair of white-gloved hands busily manipulating crochet needles. Mingled with and leading away from the needles is a line of gold wire, gleaming in the light--it's being pulled into looped stitches like regular yarn would be. Off to
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[ Dodging the more personal question, of course - material objects don't hold much worth for him. Any sort of deeper emotion in his words is lost on him, but even Neuro can tell something's weighing on the man's mind. And a most curious man he was. ]
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By now, Claude has set down Hannah's hair comb and picked up one of the barrettes. It's similar in make: crocheted gold wire, white pearls, and tiny filigree leaves. He opens and closes it with a continuous, distinctive, squeeze-clicking sound.]
Hello again, Mr. Nougami.
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[ in perfect Japanese manner - the place on Earth he was most accustomed to, even now - he bows towards the screen just slightly. ] Greetings, Mr. Faustus! It seems you have been busy. Are those all of your own make?
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My duties to my household have been particularly demanding as of late, so I haven't had as much time for trifling hobbies. [Lowering his eyes, he begins to repair the clip.] Regardless, these are my most recent creations.
Do you find any of them appealing? --One might make a worthy gift for your Sensei.
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[ The idea of bringing that girl a gift makes him want to laugh, and his smile becomes a little bit strained in suppressing that. ] Oh, I couldn't claim to know my teacher's tastes! If I got them wrong, who knows how she might berate me! But I thank you for your generous offer. This lowly assistant apologizes if he is wrong, but don't you have an intended owner for them already...?
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