aoyagi s e i m e i ][ l'enfer, c'est les --- (autres) wrote in marinasylum,
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[wrinkles his nose in slight irritation - a bath tub would have had more.]
Lead.
[he fishes out the glasses, slightly caught aback on what in the world to clean them with, in the absence of deer skin and chemicals. He gives a long, suffering sigh, before taking the folds of his shirt in one hand, rubbing the cotton over his lenses strongly. Crude, but better than Soubi's touch. And speaking of Soubi - yes, do take dictation.]
Toast, marmalade, white rice, strawberries. He likes that for breakfast.