[The futon beater bounces off Tsuzuki's borderline, and the watery creature dissolves into droplets...
... droplets that fall to the ground and seep easily into the ground before re-forming around his feet.
The temple itself is full of small, pleasant rooms with wide wooden porches, in a traditional style. It's easy to get lost in, and even Tsuzuki's not quite sure which room Sakura might be in, reading or listening to prayers or, well, whatever other hobbies she has he doesn't know about.
Tsuzuki backs up, letting his borderline fall as Hibiki disappears into the temple in search of Sakura, and begins talking fast.]
Who are you? Why are you mad at me?
[The puddle puts up a pseudopod, and tilts it to one side like a curious head-tilt. Tsuzuki swallows.]
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... droplets that fall to the ground and seep easily into the ground before re-forming around his feet.
The temple itself is full of small, pleasant rooms with wide wooden porches, in a traditional style. It's easy to get lost in, and even Tsuzuki's not quite sure which room Sakura might be in, reading or listening to prayers or, well, whatever other hobbies she has he doesn't know about.
Tsuzuki backs up, letting his borderline fall as Hibiki disappears into the temple in search of Sakura, and begins talking fast.]
Who are you? Why are you mad at me?
[The puddle puts up a pseudopod, and tilts it to one side like a curious head-tilt. Tsuzuki swallows.]