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[steelgundamurai]

Finally. This is now a suitable place to concentrate.

[MISTAA BUSHIDO has claimed a room in the GDF tower and made it his own, by which I mean you open the door and abruptly teleport from the modern military base to a tasteful, old-fashioned Japanese home. For one room.]

Comments

[kingofhearts_13]

Whoa! It's like I'm back in Kyoto again!

[steelgundamurai]

I'm glad it's authentic.

[kingofhearts_13]

Hang on a sec. You've got a room on the space station, right? Why occupy this one, too?

[steelgundamurai]

I prefer the gravity on earth. A strong pilot has a strong body, so I'd rather avoid atrophy from living in space.

[lets_bushido]

[A kuroko (see icon) is somehow inside of Mr. Bushido's room, cleaning. He might be a little confused.]

[steelgundamurai]

What the...

...

Leave.

[lets_bushido]

[The kuroko turns for a moment, perplexedly tilting his head, then waves his hands reassuringly before going back to dusting]

1/2

[cleavesevil]

[Sanger seems to somehow wandered into the room, as if drawn by a mysterious source.]

...

2/2

[cleavesevil]

[And smiles, a nostalgic feeling washing over him.]

Impressive...

[steelgundamurai]

Thank you.

[cleavesevil]

You are...Graham Aker, correct?

I have heard you are skilled with a blade.