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[putitintono]

[Today in Camp there is a young samurai that looks like he just stepped out of the early 1800s. For some people, a very familiar young samurai but with a completely normal daishou set instead of a creepy, crying sword

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[garugarugaruru]

[not on the leather, buddy]

[putitintono]

[Doesn't really care about your leather. Cough-hack!]

[garugarugaruru]

Do you want me to fix you?

[putitintono]

No one can.

[areplicatedhope]

Hey! You shouldn't be walking around if you're doing that! You'll just make it worse.

[putitintono]

I was going home...

[Still coughing but he is able to get a breath or two in between]

[moefortono]

[Reaches out to steady ... woah, hold on a minute here.]

[putitintono]

[He blinks at Kotoha]

...?

[moefortono]

[Something is amiss here. It really is. There is a pause, because this is kind of hard to decide what to do with. You're lucky I'm moe.] What's wrong with you ...?

[putitintono]

A...wasting disease. Be careful not to get too close; you might catch it.

[Awww, he's trying to keep the moe from dying horribly. There's a little bit of honor left in him at this point.]