[On a peaceful day like today, Yamanbagiri found himself with no assigned duty for the day. He knows it's normal sometimes, as every swords have their chores rotated between them, depending on their abilities to do them. But when he have nothing to do, he would find himself on edge and left with his thoughts.
Until he heard knocking on the door, snapping out of his thoughts.]
Vietnam? ...No, you're not. You can come in.
[Whenever Vietnam enters, she would see a tidy room, sparsely decorated with personal trinkets. Sitting at a desk is Yamanbagiri with some papers and writing utensils.
Not that far from him, near the clothes drawer, is a mirror. It's something he have mixed feelings about, but Yamanbagiri haven't requested the saniwa to remove it. Yet.]
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Until he heard knocking on the door, snapping out of his thoughts.]
Vietnam? ...No, you're not. You can come in.
[Whenever Vietnam enters, she would see a tidy room, sparsely decorated with personal trinkets. Sitting at a desk is Yamanbagiri with some papers and writing utensils.
Not that far from him, near the clothes drawer, is a mirror. It's something he have mixed feelings about, but Yamanbagiri haven't requested the saniwa to remove it. Yet.]