Itsuki's voice is soft, as if he doesn't want to disturb Yamato from his thoughts. It takes on thoughtful cadence, a little as if he's reciting a story.]
...Not sure. Maybe she was overworked, or really hungry. We lived in a brothel, so... [he taps his hand on the shelf next to them] Could have been anything.
We lived in a red light district in Kyoto. That's where the Shinsengumi's from, right?
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Itsuki's voice is soft, as if he doesn't want to disturb Yamato from his thoughts. It takes on thoughtful cadence, a little as if he's reciting a story.]
...Not sure. Maybe she was overworked, or really hungry. We lived in a brothel, so... [he taps his hand on the shelf next to them] Could have been anything.
We lived in a red light district in Kyoto. That's where the Shinsengumi's from, right?