[A home... Chikusa's gaze wanders, a little distant, even as his hands work on autopilot. It's something he's used to, that he's had to become used to ever since he was a child and his mind went away to leave his bod to its own.]
...What's good about it? Having... that kind of thing.
[None of his memories tell him what kind of value is there... Only that it seemed to be something he and Ken were constantly looking in on, outsiders.]
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...What's good about it? Having... that kind of thing.
[None of his memories tell him what kind of value is there... Only that it seemed to be something he and Ken were constantly looking in on, outsiders.]