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Tibet is simply sitting on the edge of the large bed in his personal room supplied by the Fuwa. He finds the bed a little too large and it feels too lonely. The entire room, no, the entire manor is a tad overwhelming for the child, as he is not used to such decadence in such high doses. He has had a very eventful week and sometimes children need people to be there for them.
Fiddling with the hem of his treasured flag, and swinging his legs, he wishes for some company.
He would especially like to see Mr. Hassan.
And so Tibet watches the door of his room with an unreadable expression.
Fiddling with the hem of his treasured flag, and swinging his legs, he wishes for some company.
He would especially like to see Mr. Hassan.
And so Tibet watches the door of his room with an unreadable expression.