Who: Kanda and anyone who wants to run into him.
What: Too much story telling yields sore throat and a need for tea.
Where: The kitchen.
When: Just after all the poyos disappear.
"And then that idiot went and"--cough, cough, cough--"drove his own sword"--cough--"through his chest like it wasn't going to do anything to hi--Kanda blinked. For an
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