[The Medicine Seller wakes up the day after Christmas, alive again ( Read more... )

[There might be something familiar about the young child wandering around outside, near the front door. Perhaps it's the patterns on his bitty little kimono, the distinctive red marks on his face, his pale skin, the odd shape of the toy sword he has tucked into his belt ( Read more... )

[The Medicine Seller is standing in the main hall, surveying the decorations with maybe just a mild hint of interest.]

Oh, my.

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[He looks slightly confused for a moment--his voice can be pretty sexy, slow and deep and calm with hints of danger when appropriate, but he most definitely did not mean for that to sound as provocative as it did ( Read more... )