[ He picks up one of the fallen petals, rubbing it between his fingers with interest.
The flowers make you confess something. And - well, perhaps that's just the man's face - but he looks so blase about it, like magical mishaps like this must happen every day.
Well, then. That's a mildly horrifying thought, but Murakami won't let this ruin his day. He is - (was?) - a professor at an academy for arcane magic, after all. A wayward hex or two is nothing he can't handle. ]
It must be obvious.
[ His soft chuckle has a note of self consciousness to it. ]
Certain aspects of this world are fairly similar to my own, but it seems I shouldn't get too complacent.
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[ He picks up one of the fallen petals, rubbing it between his fingers with interest.
The flowers make you confess something. And - well, perhaps that's just the man's face - but he looks so blase about it, like magical mishaps like this must happen every day.
Well, then. That's a mildly horrifying thought, but Murakami won't let this ruin his day. He is - (was?) - a professor at an academy for arcane magic, after all. A wayward hex or two is nothing he can't handle. ]
It must be obvious.
[ His soft chuckle has a note of self consciousness to it. ]
Certain aspects of this world are fairly similar to my own, but it seems I shouldn't get too complacent.