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[anthy-rosebride.livejournal.com]

Anthy is cradling a mug of hot chocolate between her hands, and slowly unwrapping some green tea candies; it's a lazy afternoon -- her day off -- and she's enjoying the cold pale sunlight, so different from Houou's.

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[river_meimei]

"It's made of paper," River tells the napkin.

A glance at Anthy, and a small smile.

"That's just the definition."

[anthy-rosebride.livejournal.com]

Pause.

"They're for cleaning food off your face," Anthy supplements.

[river_meimei]

Anthy is so strange.

"That's just a purpose."

"Time to shift," she tells the napkin. "Later."