[ It's amused, genial, only a teensy bit patronizing. Once in the kitchen, stainless steel and dim lighting and an entirely out-of-place ancient carved table, Ukoku points to a chair. There's a towel on the counter, next to what looks like a jar of badly-mixed ink, gray water with flecks of black and a brush in it. ]
Hold this and sit still. [ He tosses Gojyo the towel and kicks out a chair for himself, opposite the other one. ]
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[ It's amused, genial, only a teensy bit patronizing. Once in the kitchen, stainless steel and dim lighting and an entirely out-of-place ancient carved table, Ukoku points to a chair. There's a towel on the counter, next to what looks like a jar of badly-mixed ink, gray water with flecks of black and a brush in it. ]
Hold this and sit still. [ He tosses Gojyo the towel and kicks out a chair for himself, opposite the other one. ]