[ There is a surly whistling noise in the air, but the pictures on the wall remain as they were. A faint line of water droplets makes its way to the door.
Fine. The polteageist will just go have fun elsewhere, for Hibiki to discover later.
Hibiki, on the couch, buried in blankets, sighs. ]
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Fine. The polteageist will just go have fun elsewhere, for Hibiki to discover later.
Hibiki, on the couch, buried in blankets, sighs. ]