[Kotoha, just like the day before, stands out in front of her store, broom in hand. Honestly, the storefront doesn't even need it, she just finds the sweeping relaxing.
But the rumbling gets her attention. And then, seemingly from nowhere, she's holding... a strange book. Old, leather, embossed in gold.]
... So it was this kind of a story after all. I'm disappointed.
[She closes the book, and turns away. It seems almost as though she is... giving up? Turning her back to the rumbling? Clearly, this is the perfect chance.]
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But the rumbling gets her attention. And then, seemingly from nowhere, she's holding... a strange book. Old, leather, embossed in gold.]
... So it was this kind of a story after all. I'm disappointed.
[She closes the book, and turns away. It seems almost as though she is... giving up? Turning her back to the rumbling? Clearly, this is the perfect chance.]