[ That clink had been a small crystal bottle, capped with a cork of the same material. Mikazuki produces it from the depths of the drawer, looking at the label that has inappropriately cheery writing on it. Giving it a shake, the contents glisten and bubble.
Maybe not so inappropriate, then. He hasn't really taken anything so far, having no need for it, but he keeps the small bottle in his wide palm as he turns away from the drawers. ]
Yeah, there's nothing else.
[ He quiets then, ready to listen if they're going to move on. ]
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Maybe not so inappropriate, then. He hasn't really taken anything so far, having no need for it, but he keeps the small bottle in his wide palm as he turns away from the drawers. ]
Yeah, there's nothing else.
[ He quiets then, ready to listen if they're going to move on. ]