じゅうし }{Voice | Archaic Japanese}{

[fuuga_chou]

}{The video flutters on taking a quiet capture of the man half in a waking dream. Sitting up in his bed, unable to control the shaking any longer, he seemed to no longer attempt to fight it. His skin, that was usually lightly tanned by the sun he loved to bask in, was nearly as porcelain as the fairest geisha. Sable eyes looked downcast towards his

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[tetsuzansen]

....guess they're back, huh.

[fuuga_chou]

I think..

They were as... restless as Anji.

[tetsuzansen]

Heh.

...nice to see 'em again.

[fuuga_chou]

[He's smiling again, a bit more effort put into it.]

It's a good sign.

D..don't you think?

[Only that butterflies of his sort, represented death. Loved one's taking the forms of butterflies to visit you before your own passing. He knew this. Yet these spirits were his guardians, weren't they?]

[skybound_love]

Anji, this isn't normal. I've never seen someone be sick this long.

[fuuga_chou]

Heh.

I wonder.. if Anji is being punished again.

[roseraiebleue]

What the hell is that?

[fuuga_chou]

Some.. very good friends.