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Damn, it's been a while. Like whole ruling families have changed and that whole deal. Sei wakes up from a long nap and, throwing caution to the winds, pushes her standing curtain aside to stretch (and conveniently show off her sleeves in the kerria-yellow combination*) in full view of the other dwellers of the cave.
She's hungry. Holy fuck. Where's the pissbitching soup? Who's even trying to keep track of shit? Nobody, that's who. It' shameful, and not even in a poetic way.
"Where is the sweet flag broom," she intones meaningfully, "to sweep this grass-thatched hut?" AND WHERE THE HELL IS IT, HUH? WHERE? Her arms are just totally on display here, somebody had better pay some godsdamned attention.
* motherfucker
She's hungry. Holy fuck. Where's the pissbitching soup? Who's even trying to keep track of shit? Nobody, that's who. It' shameful, and not even in a poetic way.
"Where is the sweet flag broom," she intones meaningfully, "to sweep this grass-thatched hut?" AND WHERE THE HELL IS IT, HUH? WHERE? Her arms are just totally on display here, somebody had better pay some godsdamned attention.
* motherfucker