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Who: Yomi, Karasu
What: A friendly pre-school chat
When: Sometime over the late summer
Summary: Yomi asks Karasu to drop by for... chatting.
He was bent over his desk in his private 'office' in his home. The room had a lovely view of the yard where he could easily watch his son ride about on his pony- a view that distracted him from his work more than it should have. But being principal was time consuming, especially now that break was drawing to a close and the students would be coming back soon. It was very difficult to balance a running school and an evil plot to take over Ningenkai. At least he could see in this new human body, so that helped a great deal.
He sighed and leaned back, taking his glasses off to wipe them on a cloth he kept in a drawer, before replacing them and marvelling again at how he could see. It never failed to impress him, but then, he had been blind for a very long time.
Yomi glanced then at the clock, musingly wondering if his guest would arrive...
What: A friendly pre-school chat
When: Sometime over the late summer
Summary: Yomi asks Karasu to drop by for... chatting.
He was bent over his desk in his private 'office' in his home. The room had a lovely view of the yard where he could easily watch his son ride about on his pony- a view that distracted him from his work more than it should have. But being principal was time consuming, especially now that break was drawing to a close and the students would be coming back soon. It was very difficult to balance a running school and an evil plot to take over Ningenkai. At least he could see in this new human body, so that helped a great deal.
He sighed and leaned back, taking his glasses off to wipe them on a cloth he kept in a drawer, before replacing them and marvelling again at how he could see. It never failed to impress him, but then, he had been blind for a very long time.
Yomi glanced then at the clock, musingly wondering if his guest would arrive...