( Lo, so it comes to pass that in the garden with the windows and the humidity from the heat runes powered by their own donated and loaned energy, stands a man: long haired, dressed in dark robes (black and black on black), the only present colour in the red ribbon keeping his hair half pulled back. )
Ah, you're my friend from the quartz?
( he holds up a small piece of it on its own ribbon, tucking it into his robe not long after. )
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Ah, you're my friend from the quartz?
( he holds up a small piece of it on its own ribbon, tucking it into his robe not long after. )