[ He appears behind her and lays his hands on her shoulders. The first few times he might have been trying to get her to jump, a cheap but worthwhile joke, but now he likes it just as much when she doesn't react.
He's changed into his robes. The sutra is across his shoulders.
He doesn't warn her before he teleports them both. His shrine has grown; the statue of a god that looks nothing like him, with a peaceful smile and bare feet balanced on skulls, now sits protected under a wooden pavilion. The sound of the river nearby is gentle and persistent.
There are brass bowls surrounding the statue, full of offerings. Ukoku picks one up and dumps the contents out. ]
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He's changed into his robes. The sutra is across his shoulders.
He doesn't warn her before he teleports them both. His shrine has grown; the statue of a god that looks nothing like him, with a peaceful smile and bare feet balanced on skulls, now sits protected under a wooden pavilion. The sound of the river nearby is gentle and persistent.
There are brass bowls surrounding the statue, full of offerings. Ukoku picks one up and dumps the contents out. ]