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[pishirogane]

Since this is the widely available method in which to reach the others who have come here, I will make use of it. I understand people are still settling into Märchenstraße in order to fulfill these roles thrust upon us and my friend and I are able to further assist.

Where we've taken residency, there is a library that holds the various faerie tales and myths we've become part of. Should you wish to know the details of your character and the story they are from, we are willing to oblige in answering these questions.

[Message down, Naoto lowers her quill and looks around at the books she currently has stacked. Perfectly content to not visit town for a while again.]

[OOC: Kanji or Naoto will be answering.]

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[pishirogane]

[That... she doesn't get it.]

You could request for some normal parchment.

[topgun_textiles]

The journal was the closest thing, I wasn't thinking!

[pishirogane]

I see. Well, better you're reminded now.

[topgun_textiles]

Yeah.

[But it didn't seem like the quill had stopped completely. Seems he wanted to see this sketch done.]

[pishirogane]

[Naoto doesn't write to point this out. Instead, she just watched, surprised at the detail. It almost seemed like... too much. And why not draw someone else?]

[topgun_textiles]

[Because nobody else was the author of the entry. The final touch was a small quill feather tucked above her ear before he takes a little time to use minute hatches to shade the sketch. Don't mind him, he's passing the time while looking over the other entries now, seeing if he can't read up on some other faerie tales in the meantime.]

[pishirogane]

[Not going to press why or how right now (too embarrassing), she'll ask something different.]

Why the quill?

[topgun_textiles]

You're always taking notes. Sometimes you got a pen tucked there for safe keeping.

[pishirogane]

You noticed that?

[It was by habit now that she placed her pen there, but.. that seemed like a peculiar thing to pay attention to.]

[topgun_textiles]

Well yeah. It's weird, but I draw, so I got this habit of watching body language and habits.

Which reminds me that you sit too damn stiff, man. Relax a little.

[pishirogane]

That makes sense.

I'm maintaining my posture. By the way, you should try to slouch less. [Her quill hasn't lifted, but Naoto was looking around. A moment later, there's writing again.] Kanji-kun, why are we still writing each other with the journal? We're in the same room.

[topgun_textiles]

[No response. The detective would be treated to Kanji pushing the journal away from him and scrambling out of the library with the hasty excuse of getting some more tea. With the responses they were getting, they were expecting company.]

[pishirogane]

[Naoto whipped her head around, watching Kanji run out of the library. The Maid came over to her, fretting. 'I do hope the Prince is alright.']

He'll be fine. It's not anger he's feeling right now anyway. [She should've pointed out the journal sooner...]