[on the flip side, kamina channeled emotions physically. he couldn't stand sitting around while his mind wandered. he'd stepped out a while ago for a run to--well, anywhere. all over the city and past that and back. opening the door to the apartment...
hold on. was that burned paper?
he surveys the chaos while wading through the mass of unfinished songs.]
no subject
hold on. was that burned paper?
he surveys the chaos while wading through the mass of unfinished songs.]
...whoa.