[Quickly obscured in shadow, Takasugi's visage is as bleary and black as the rest of the room. The only remaining light a gentle simmer of the nearly extinguished wick of a lamp.]
Come look-
[The small room is disheveled; its occupant must be a long time employee, judging by how comfortable they seem to have gotten. Papers litter the desk and sprawl across the walls, but no clutter has made its way to the ground.
Hand brushing over the desk, a distinct click of wood on wood reveals several scattered pencils and ink pens. Whatever department this man is a part of, his contributions must be exclusively visual.
Takasugi reaches into his yukata.] See if you can find another lamp, or candle. [He brandishes a lighter, flicking the flame alive to help Mikazuki with his task.]
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Come look-
[The small room is disheveled; its occupant must be a long time employee, judging by how comfortable they seem to have gotten. Papers litter the desk and sprawl across the walls, but no clutter has made its way to the ground.
Hand brushing over the desk, a distinct click of wood on wood reveals several scattered pencils and ink pens. Whatever department this man is a part of, his contributions must be exclusively visual.
Takasugi reaches into his yukata.] See if you can find another lamp, or candle. [He brandishes a lighter, flicking the flame alive to help Mikazuki with his task.]