[ He'd touched it plenty earlier, with all the dancing and throwing, and when Koumyou had twirled on the stage. It would have just felt like regular old paper. ]
Mm-hm.
[ Koumyou flicks his wrist, and the sutra unrolls from his hand. It goes across the car, and bounces off the side of a plant bed and just... keeps on going.
And going.
And going.
And going. ]
If I let it, it could fill the whole train up, and it wouldn't even have to wake up to do it.
[ And hey, it's still going. The floor's covered in sutra now. It's very possibly run over Devero's feet. Just this rustling, never-ending scroll. ]
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Mm-hm.
[ Koumyou flicks his wrist, and the sutra unrolls from his hand. It goes across the car, and bounces off the side of a plant bed and just... keeps on going.
And going.
And going.
And going. ]
If I let it, it could fill the whole train up, and it wouldn't even have to wake up to do it.
[ And hey, it's still going. The floor's covered in sutra now. It's very possibly run over Devero's feet. Just this rustling, never-ending scroll. ]