[ the holy light, huh. some kind of instrument, then— but shuu doesn’t see anything he could be holding? the name is also maybe, a bit over the top for the type of guy this seems to be, but who knows. he can’t judge people’s tastes... with this little information about them.
he edges a little closer, trying to peer at adra’s hand without being too obvious about it. (it’s a litle obvious.) ]
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he edges a little closer, trying to peer at adra’s hand without being too obvious about it. (it’s a litle obvious.) ]