[Normally if someone tried to step on his head, he would have cut their leg off, but this was Cliff and he didn't want to think about terrible things when he was playing, so Okita just let the weight of his friend's foot carry his head to the ground. With his temple pressed against the floor, he managed to flick the last of the turtle into the room. From down here, he could hear the paper bumping into another stack and he felt satisfied by his new little menagerie. A gift, of sorts, for his friend.]
Not anymore.
[He was, after all, done with it now.]
I wasn't sure if you were in, so I thought I'd send you a good morning call.
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Not anymore.
[He was, after all, done with it now.]
I wasn't sure if you were in, so I thought I'd send you a good morning call.