[Chihiro blinks, squinting blearily as he rustles out from his sleeping bag.]
[As he comes too and gets a re(?)understanding of his surroundings, he thinks of her....Char, the little girl he's been looking after for more than a year. She turned up hungry and cold at his doorstep one day, and he, the bleeding heart, decided to take her in. He's lived a humble life, making little wooden figurines to sell on the sides of the roads. He specializes in sculptures of fish. Goldfish. They're really good goldfish sculptures.]
[He wonders if Hakuri, the nice young man who lives next to him, is looking after Char right this moment, though checking the time, probably they're both asleep. Chihiro squints at his Batman-themed watch. Yeah. It's early.]
....I wonder if this line is going to move already.
[He murmurs. Char told him about this, and he can't let her down. He'd do anything for that little girl. He'd even kill a man. (Well....no, yeah, he would.)]
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[As he comes too and gets a re(?)understanding of his surroundings, he thinks of her....Char, the little girl he's been looking after for more than a year. She turned up hungry and cold at his doorstep one day, and he, the bleeding heart, decided to take her in. He's lived a humble life, making little wooden figurines to sell on the sides of the roads. He specializes in sculptures of fish. Goldfish. They're really good goldfish sculptures.]
[He wonders if Hakuri, the nice young man who lives next to him, is looking after Char right this moment, though checking the time, probably they're both asleep. Chihiro squints at his Batman-themed watch. Yeah. It's early.]
....I wonder if this line is going to move already.
[He murmurs. Char told him about this, and he can't let her down. He'd do anything for that little girl. He'd even kill a man. (Well....no, yeah, he would.)]