[ the door swings open and entering the now shared room is a sullen looking young man whose eyes are downcast. in his hand, a handkerchief that's stained with bright green blotches is being raised up to his mouth so that he can cough into it rather than spray the room with the equally vivid looking petals.
instead, he just collects the few that somehow push out from his body and. sighs forlornly. ]
Um...
[ he looks at genya. he looks back at the floor. and then right back to him. ]
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instead, he just collects the few that somehow push out from his body and. sighs forlornly. ]
Um...
[ he looks at genya. he looks back at the floor. and then right back to him. ]
... I don't know. Probably just a few hours.