The glass had to have been designed to break like that if even Yasaburo's skinny arms could get him free. Once out, he was off, finding himself staring at the foggy glass of other cases. Is the fog from breathing? Are people in suspended animation in there or merely asleep? He can't resist pressing his face to them for a closer look, but stops short at shattering any more. Who knows what could happen if he does that to someone who's not...read?
"How many are there..." He says to himself, not showing a huge amount of concern for someone who's just apparently been kidnapped and put in a tanuki take-out container.
III
Might as well have fun with it. Yasaburo's playing a shooting game, bent forward at the bar, back arched, whole body concentrating, but smiling while he does it. It's a canid attitude: think of a dog play-bowing. He might be hamming it up a little. He's aiming for the prize, a stuffed tengu.
Projected Example | Yasaburo Shimogamo | Uchouten Kazoku
The glass had to have been designed to break like that if even Yasaburo's skinny arms could get him free. Once out, he was off, finding himself staring at the foggy glass of other cases. Is the fog from breathing? Are people in suspended animation in there or merely asleep? He can't resist pressing his face to them for a closer look, but stops short at shattering any more. Who knows what could happen if he does that to someone who's not...read?
"How many are there..." He says to himself, not showing a huge amount of concern for someone who's just apparently been kidnapped and put in a tanuki take-out container.
III
Might as well have fun with it. Yasaburo's playing a shooting game, bent forward at the bar, back arched, whole body concentrating, but smiling while he does it. It's a canid attitude: think of a dog play-bowing. He might be hamming it up a little. He's aiming for the prize, a stuffed tengu.
If he sees you, he'll flash you a winning grin.
"Any tips?"