[ The contact is less foreign than it was before meeting March — at least, even outside of that infiltration mission and its requirements, March has seized Yesod's wrist to tug him along much like Malkuth does now, and so it only gives him pause because this is Malkuth's flesh-and-blood hand wrapped around his sleeve. He wonders whether his arm currently feels like a human arm to her, whether she feels more at ease today, as she might around her colleagues in the Library. He doesn't pull away, falling into step with Malkuth to exit the train. ]
...Glass blowing?
[ Malkuth's enthusiasm seems genuine, as if she's confident that everything that she has read will prove as fun as it sounds, yielding treasure in the form of fascinating objects and experiences. Colorful things.
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...Glass blowing?
[ Malkuth's enthusiasm seems genuine, as if she's confident that everything that she has read will prove as fun as it sounds, yielding treasure in the form of fascinating objects and experiences. Colorful things.
It would be pleasant to be a part of that. ]
What would you like to make?