[Curved blade... odd sensitivity... beeline to the kitchen...
Without any warning, Yasu walks up to Yuta, as if to have a heart-to-heart with him.
Then she kneels and takes a look at his shoes. Is any of the red paint already dry, or of a different color than it's supposed to be? Or in an unusual place, such as on the top of his shoe when he was supposed to have stepped in it.]
Um, I- I'm sorry. Your room is next to Dylan's, you own a sickle, and you've been getting unusually heated, so I have to check.
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[Curved blade... odd sensitivity... beeline to the kitchen...
Without any warning, Yasu walks up to Yuta, as if to have a heart-to-heart with him.
Then she kneels and takes a look at his shoes. Is any of the red paint already dry, or of a different color than it's supposed to be? Or in an unusual place, such as on the top of his shoe when he was supposed to have stepped in it.]
Um, I- I'm sorry. Your room is next to Dylan's, you own a sickle, and you've been getting unusually heated, so I have to check.