[ En is casually leaning against the wall, counting dolls on his fingers when he notices the change in his companion, the dark markings that snake around her extremities. ]
—Monts? You alright?
[ His shoulders draw back. not from fear, but out of guilt. ]
...Want to leave? You can wait outside. I'll make it quick.
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—Monts? You alright?
[ His shoulders draw back. not from fear, but out of guilt. ]
...Want to leave? You can wait outside. I'll make it quick.