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[ well. she's carrying a dresser & looking over her shoulder at Shingo who's carrying a chair. ] Do you think he'll like these?

[ oh this is a sad face ]

I think that's Ankh's story to tell, if he likes. [his voice polite, but uninviting, his knuckles whitening slowly on the back of the chair]

I think we already know how that will turn out if I asked him.

[ sighs ] Ankh is Ankh.

[turns his hand out, palm up in a releasing gesture as he smiles a little] It's still his decision.

Yes yes, it is. So hard to take care of such an irritated bird.

[Yes, I am aware you are likely listening in, Ankh.]

He just needs time.

Among other things. But yes, mostly time. He'll be out of your hair before long, Basco-san, please don't worry.

Well, don't rush things just for me. Once his mood improves, I don't mind the company.