[ He does mind, and greatly. The reason is probably obvious: next to his cup of hot tea is a notebook filled with tight handwriting. He doesn't bother putting his pen down as he glances up at Okuni with a look both accusing and expectant. Somehow, she looks familiar.
His paintbrush lies on the table between them, as boldly green as his half-bunned hair. ]
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Yes.
[ He does mind, and greatly. The reason is probably obvious: next to his cup of hot tea is a notebook filled with tight handwriting. He doesn't bother putting his pen down as he glances up at Okuni with a look both accusing and expectant. Somehow, she looks familiar.
His paintbrush lies on the table between them, as boldly green as his half-bunned hair. ]
Who are you?