[ He has always been a fan of carrots, but Sizhui had, for awhile in his youth, wanted to be with the rest of the rabbits, hadn't he? Seated there, eating whatever they ate, all getting picked up by Hanguang-Jun, softly petting their heads.
Even though those days were marked with sadness, he looks back on them and remembers mostly the fondness, the actions, the warmth that came from Sizhui and the happy words he'd babbled from filtering the words through the eyes of a child. ]
Mm. This place is strange.
[ That's the only thing he can say about it. It has strange customs, and odd practices. ]
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Even though those days were marked with sadness, he looks back on them and remembers mostly the fondness, the actions, the warmth that came from Sizhui and the happy words he'd babbled from filtering the words through the eyes of a child. ]
Mm. This place is strange.
[ That's the only thing he can say about it. It has strange customs, and odd practices. ]
Have you seen your rooms?