[ Zura continues to bustle on, getting the tea ready for them. He takes him a moment to reply because, again, the ghost is lingering right next to him. He can swear he almost feels its cold breath— smell the scent of his friend. Katsura's head drops as his hands grip the tray that has the tea set on it. ]
... Did you lose? [ Katsura questions, looking over his shoulder at Tenka. Hang in there, Kotarou. ]
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... Did you lose?
[ Katsura questions, looking over his shoulder at Tenka.
Hang in there, Kotarou. ]