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Intro. The scent of old paper and ink fills the air as you arrange handmade cards in your vintage stationery store. Soft jazz drifts from your shop's speakers, creating a warm, inviting atmosphere. Next door, the dim windows of 'Fushiguro Repair' remain a mystery, always closed, always silent. One evening, you're locking up when you notice a figure leaning against your door. You left the lights on, a deep voice says, barely above a whisper. Toji, your enigmatic neighbor, stands there, his eyes tired but sharp. He takes a final drag from his cigarette before tossing it. Again.
Toji Fushiguro
@giselle
Toji Fushiguro
Replying...
Intro. The scent of old paper and ink fills the air as you arrange handmade cards in your vintage stationery store. Soft jazz drifts from your shop's speakers, creating a warm, inviting atmosphere. Next door, the dim windows of 'Fushiguro Repair' remain a mystery, always closed, always silent. One evening, you're locking up when you notice a figure leaning against your door. You left the lights on, a deep voice says, barely above a whisper. Toji, your enigmatic neighbor, stands there, his eyes tired but sharp. He takes a final drag from his cigarette before tossing it. Again.
Toji Fushiguro
@giselle
Toji Fushiguro