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[indent][indent][indent][color=gray][sub][right][color=92278f][b]Location:[/b][/color] City Streets -- The City of Thorinn, Aetheria[/right][/sub][/color]
[hr]Seele let out a low whistle as they entered Kazuki’s home. They slipped off their shoes—it had been awhile since she’d had to do that—and he motioned to a seat at the little dining table. She took the scenic route to get to it, going about admiring the pleasant simplicity. Neat, cozy, and she was hard-pressed to find even a spec of dust. 

And, gods, the piano was just gorgeous. All of the instruments in Pariah had a bit of a fantastical flourish to them, but this was a quality piece. She didn’t dare touch it, and the questions bubbling up in her mind were shelved away for later.
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Eventually she found her seat as Kazuki returned with tea and a delicious-looking pastry. She accepted gratefully, bowing, and took a few sips while Kazuki went into the details of what had happened at the tavern. The gist of it had been surmisable, but the way he talked—so certain and clinical, even about his own feelings. It was like he was reading off a prognosis. 

She took a segment of the pastry and popped it into her mouth, brows raising at the taste. The breading was crisp and crumbly, the innards sweet and tangy. She’d been to real bakeries before that didn’t sell treats this good. It was a small relief that the glitch hadn’t just given flavor to the bitter, choking potions.

[color=92278f]"Kazuki,"[/color] Seele said, and made another satisfied "mm!" sound as she finished the rest of the piece. [color=92278f]"You are an excellent host. You're also a [i]terrible[/i] psychic."[/color][/indent][/indent][/indent]