[--Times like these make Koumei wonder if he should, perhaps, find a better place to take a nap. Hair a disheveled mess of knots and curls, button up shirt disarrayed, and an owlish look in his eyes, Koumei poked his head out in the hallway...
and stared.]
Mister Mutsunokami. It seems we have a hailstorm inside the building.
[Nevermind that these were obviously beads. Koumei held his feathered fan over his head, as if to protect himself, as he stooped to gingerly pick one up.
This seemed to be a trick from the Company. The tiny little bead could very well explode.]
#BEADGATE
and stared.]
Mister Mutsunokami. It seems we have a hailstorm inside the building.
[Nevermind that these were obviously beads. Koumei held his feathered fan over his head, as if to protect himself, as he stooped to gingerly pick one up.
This seemed to be a trick from the Company. The tiny little bead could very well explode.]