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Magnum Dance (daisukejigen) wrote in mirage_rpg,

The man nodded again. The cigarette had almost burned to the filter but he kept it between his teeth like an accessory, letting it spread little clouds of smoke as he breathed and talked. Jigen nodded towards the doors and as they walked out of the room - him following her once again - he could not help but wonder. While he was studying his surroundings quite intently, he pondered the matter of the wooden stick the woman carried around.

He made a habit of not asking personal questions mostly because they attracted counter-questions, and he did not enjoy talking about himself. This time, though, he had to ask since the peculiar young woman had picked his interest.

"What's with the stick, anyway?" was his gruff question. It wasn't exactly a stick - it looked like it was carved to a shape, and she always held it from the thicker end as if it was the handle. How strange was that?