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koutarou kurashiki

Let my art be the sound of my soul / Let it reminisce of the good times / Let it scribble the lines of the bad times / Let it bloom with excitement / Let my art be a representation of me / Just let it be me 

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This is Takao at Lemon Leaf at [street #, Apprassage]. I apologize for not being able to take your call at the moment, but leave a message and I will get back to you as soon as I'm able to.

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[appraiser]

I hope nobody runs into it at any time!

[ His laugh is a bit weak, but the act of laughing puts him at ease again, and he can smile over at Koutarou. ]

But yes, this is exactly what it looked like. One of my Retrospec memories.

[wordcarvings]

Is it as dangerous as it seems? Do you know?

[ Well, that's good. ]

[appraiser]

Mm. From what I can tell, this is what brought upon the end of the world, in that other life of mine.

[ So. Yes. ]

[wordcarvings]

The end of the world? That's terrifying.

[appraiser]

...Yeah. But there were people who stood up against it. I wonder if they won...

[wordcarvings]

It's good that they tried. Perhaps you will learn if they did, at some point?

[appraiser]

Maybe. If they did, then... That would probably be the last memory I receive. It would be the memory of my death.

[wordcarvings]

That... Is not a pleasant thought.

[appraiser]

It's not. Sorry, I didn't mean to talk about all of this. I'm grateful that you drew this for me.

[wordcarvings]

No, don't worry about it, it's fine.

[ He pulls the picture from the sketchbook and offers it to him. ]

[appraiser]

Oh- Thank you.

[ Ryoji takes the paper in his hands, staring down at it... It's an uncanny feeling, like looking at a picture of yourself in costume, dressed and masked and yet still knowing that it's you. ]

[wordcarvings]

[ He watches him in silence for a couple of moments, then shakes his head to clear it. He ended up sketching him and his expression, he realizes. ]

Are you alright?

[appraiser]

—Oh!

[ Ryoji looks up, blinking away a reverie. ]

Yes, I'm alright. I was just thinking... I guess about what it all means. How some memories are just scenes like out of a movie, to be remembered and which affect you. But aren't real. How would you feel if your memories were real? Or prophetic?

[wordcarvings]

I wonder.

[ He looks down at his hand where it grasps the pen, at the veins with dark ink in them instead of blood. ]

I don’t know, to be honest.

[appraiser]

[ Ryoji glances down when Koutarou does; his own veins are filled with blood, but it no longer flows. ]

...In either case, there's no point in worrying about it. It's too early to tell, so... Forget about what I said.

[wordcarvings]

I think it’s pretty hard to forget about it.