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[ In one of the dressingroom kitchens Mana is stood before a sink humming away, water running from the faucet and a considerable mass of bubbles rising bit by bit into a large white mound.
Supposedly, he was doing the washing up. His top hat is missing from his head and instead resting safely on the counter, the well-loved coat is hung over the back of a chair and the sleeves of his shirt are rolled right up to the middle of each arm.
Yes, it does seem like he was taking solace in the banality of domestic chores, since various items of crockery and cutlery do mount up...
Except it would also appear that he has been distracted: the suds are rising because instead of consistently making use of them he is often taking to spinning plates and casually juggling cups. He's just amusing himself, really--he wouldn't be doing this if he thought anyone was watching, mind you.]
~♪♫
Supposedly, he was doing the washing up. His top hat is missing from his head and instead resting safely on the counter, the well-loved coat is hung over the back of a chair and the sleeves of his shirt are rolled right up to the middle of each arm.
Yes, it does seem like he was taking solace in the banality of domestic chores, since various items of crockery and cutlery do mount up...
Except it would also appear that he has been distracted: the suds are rising because instead of consistently making use of them he is often taking to spinning plates and casually juggling cups. He's just amusing himself, really--he wouldn't be doing this if he thought anyone was watching, mind you.]
~♪♫