[ Oh. Right. So, that was definitely a thing that everyone saw then, Kazuma included... She blanks for a moment, staring at her quill, like it'd just occurred to her that she could just watch the journal playback of her own dream, rather than writing based on her imperfect memory.
(But what fun would that be?)
After a brief moment of brain fog, Susato steps back, opening the door to her room a little wider. A small inviting smile illuminated her face, knowing that he'd gone out of his way to come over. ]
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(But what fun would that be?)
After a brief moment of brain fog, Susato steps back, opening the door to her room a little wider. A small inviting smile illuminated her face, knowing that he'd gone out of his way to come over. ]
Would you like to come in for a while?