[ when qinghua finds oda, he's sitting on a desk, focused on a piece of paper. in his hands is a pencil, and it looks like he's thinking of what to write but...
well, the sheet's still blank. and from the way that oda looks up with slight surprise, it's obvious that he's been fixed on writing something for a while now. ]
Oh. Yeah, go ahead. [ he sets the pencil down, running a hand through his hair with a sigh. ] I'm not really sure why I'm here in the first place.
well, the sheet's still blank. and from the way that oda looks up with slight surprise, it's obvious that he's been fixed on writing something for a while now. ]
Oh. Yeah, go ahead. [ he sets the pencil down, running a hand through his hair with a sigh. ] I'm not really sure why I'm here in the first place.


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