[Space made, Takasugi sits, back against the wall his mattress is shoved up to. It's a common perch for him; he plucks a satchel of tobacco from the low bedside table.]
Depends on the company.
Besides, I prefer to listen.
Tell me a story, if you're feeling uncomfortable in the silence.
[Dismissive, a little slurred, Takasugi lights his pipe once again.]
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Depends on the company.
Besides, I prefer to listen.
Tell me a story, if you're feeling uncomfortable in the silence.
[Dismissive, a little slurred, Takasugi lights his pipe once again.]