[ how good are you at making use of broken things, Prince Miku? remnants and pieces?
because, in terms of broken things, there are quite a lot. it is almost as if the playhouse in this man's soul is one big collection of the discarded: coils of rope too frayed to rely on, crates with gaping holes in their sides, scraps of fabric off of long discarded costumes... I could keep rattling this kind of stuff off but you get the picture.
It's as he finds the most promising bit of refuse of all-- exactly half of a brilliant, golden mask-- that his calls out to the vacant backstage are answered,
by a rather timid voice, much lower down from his own height. ]
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because,
in terms of broken things, there are quite a lot. it is almost as if the playhouse in this man's soul is one big collection of the discarded: coils of rope too frayed to rely on, crates with gaping holes in their sides, scraps of fabric off of long discarded costumes... I could keep rattling this kind of stuff off but you get the picture.
It's as he finds the most promising bit of refuse of all-- exactly half of a brilliant, golden mask-- that his calls out to the vacant backstage are answered,
by a rather timid voice, much lower down from his own height. ]