Even a broken Chuuya is right twice a day, it seems.
(his hair is already drying, the curls and waves forming on top of his head, and his clothes being damp are contrasting with the wool of his bandages, still soaked and leaving marks on the white of his prison uniform.
he'll excuse himself just to grab some spices for chuuya to use, borrowed or bought, and once he's back, he sits with an oof.)
Here, do your magic, or whatever it is that you do.
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(his hair is already drying, the curls and waves forming on top of his head, and his clothes being damp are contrasting with the wool of his bandages, still soaked and leaving marks on the white of his prison uniform.
he'll excuse himself just to grab some spices for chuuya to use, borrowed or bought, and once he's back, he sits with an oof.)
Here, do your magic, or whatever it is that you do.