No no no, the time isn't right at the moment. *sniffs air* It smells of that rosin that I broke out of it's wood today because it was so old and started to crumble, and I can't do that while the air smells of that because it's vaguely intoxicating. Or just a messy, sticky thing to have to clean up. Either works, honestly. --Alas! anyway, the time is not right. You must understand this, young Soujin who is possibly older than me anyway.
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