[ While Kurapika browses, Tatara shoves his hands in his pockets and leans up against a neighboring bookshelf. Close enough to have a conversation, but not too close that he intrudes on his space. When he does that, it almost seems quite clear he does not belong in a bookstore. ]
After 21? 22 days? I realized I was repeating numbers when I was counting. [ He shrugs. He does not seem as bothered by this as he perhaps should be. ] I guess that's when I started to accept that I wasn't leaving any time soon.
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[ While Kurapika browses, Tatara shoves his hands in his pockets and leans up against a neighboring bookshelf. Close enough to have a conversation, but not too close that he intrudes on his space. When he does that, it almost seems quite clear he does not belong in a bookstore. ]
After 21? 22 days? I realized I was repeating numbers when I was counting. [ He shrugs. He does not seem as bothered by this as he perhaps should be. ] I guess that's when I started to accept that I wasn't leaving any time soon.