[ Well. At least he isn't going completely crazy. Fushimi relaxes a little, despite himself -- he can handle furniture throwing terrible insults at him, but he can't handle his sanity slipping away nearly as easily.
Fushimi exhales, looking up at the sky with a frown. ] This is crazy... [ He clicks his tongue, seemingly irritated with the entire situation. There's only so much he can do to cope with a world where furniture talks and there's no color. ]
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Fushimi exhales, looking up at the sky with a frown. ] This is crazy... [ He clicks his tongue, seemingly irritated with the entire situation. There's only so much he can do to cope with a world where furniture talks and there's no color. ]
Furniture can't talk. [ And Yet, Here They Are ]