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Jūichibantai Fukutaichō
Jūichibantai Fukutaichō
Nanashi was back within his living quarters a few seconds after he had hit Elisia in the head, though he hadn't really noticed this action. Initially he landed on his bed and drifted off for a moment or two as he kept his hand over his wound since he believed it helped ease the pain. Whether or not this was working was unclear as he had dozed off and thus couldn't tell. Awaking a few minutes later, Nanashi eased himself off of the bed, picked up Suzume's bowl and utensil, then slowly moved across the room to retrieve his bowl and utensil as well. He took it relatively easy and slow as he had little reason to ignore the pain in his gut since he wasn't fighting. He had already allowed his tattered Shihakusho to drape over his hakama, leaving his torso bare, which was ideal given that he had already removed his bandages and was allowing his wound to breathe. It's not like it was open or anything, so he certainly didn't risk infection.
Sidling over to his kitchen sink, he dumped the bowls and forks into his sink, turned on the tap and proceeded to wash the dishes at his own slow pace, recalling his conversation with that woman. He remained so engrossed in his own memories that he chipped one of his bowls as he recalled her referring to him as her husband. Occasionally he would mumble choice words to himself, talking about how "she was crazy," and that "she dressed improperly and needed to wear pants" and among other comments such as the ever so often repeated "I am not married." Even if it was the truth, he was going to remain in denial. Eventually he snapped out of his little trance and moved to put away the dishes after drying them. Turning around, he saw the image of that same girl standing just behind him, only this time she was only wearing underwear. Though naturally excited by this like any make would have been, the fact that she appeared out of nowhere startled him, causing him to shriek in comical terror before turning around to face the refrigerator. A few minutes passed and he turned around, face in hands, and peeked through his fingers to find an empty room. Rubbing his eyes, he decided it was time for a walk, and got dressed in street clothes that consisted of a sleeveless undershirt, cargo pants, and a long sleeve shirt. Picking up Sōshi's katana form, Nanashi strapped it to his back, turned off his lights and locked the door before disappearing into the dimly lit hallways of this building.
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...Ara?___
