[Thanking him for giving him work to do? You're so weird, Ginji. Asch shrugs it off, though, gesturing in a vague direction, since he has no idea where Tsuae has wandered off to.]
Not much. Cat food- my journal. Some clothes, and... this.
[His hand makes it to the bedside table, where a stack of cards with letters and little bumps is resting within easy reach.]
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Not much. Cat food- my journal. Some clothes, and... this.
[His hand makes it to the bedside table, where a stack of cards with letters and little bumps is resting within easy reach.]