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[wordcarvings]

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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lemon leaf (landline)

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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[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.