Trust me, a closet is much better than being tossed onto a boat in the middle of the ocean with no oars. That's already happened to someone this month.
[Lupin takes his glasses off as Yoh rummages around in the closet and sets them aside--they were more for fashion rather than necessity. He liked the look of them. More than a little intrigued and amused by the teen's acceptance and adaptability, he continues his explanation. Maybe he really was genuinely a nice guy?]
Fortunately, the wings are only sensitive for a few days, maybe a week at most. They're pretty pointless, but you'll want to protect them regardless. Losing one is a lot of pain; losing both means you die.
...though, death is cheap around here. It lasts for a week, and you're returned blind or missing something else important. You might want to avoid it because of that.
As for the journals? We all have them. [He gestures to his own innocuous looking book sitting on the obnoxiously zebra-printed sofa. The fact that it's been punted a few times is clearly evident.] You can't get rid of them, so don't even bother. It always comes back, even if you burn it. It's kinda handy, though, even if it's a pain to have around. It's less a book and more a mini computer. You can talk to other people in the village with it, and there's even an informational guide in there somewhere.
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[Lupin takes his glasses off as Yoh rummages around in the closet and sets them aside--they were more for fashion rather than necessity. He liked the look of them. More than a little intrigued and amused by the teen's acceptance and adaptability, he continues his explanation. Maybe he really was genuinely a nice guy?]
Fortunately, the wings are only sensitive for a few days, maybe a week at most. They're pretty pointless, but you'll want to protect them regardless. Losing one is a lot of pain; losing both means you die.
...though, death is cheap around here. It lasts for a week, and you're returned blind or missing something else important. You might want to avoid it because of that.
As for the journals? We all have them. [He gestures to his own innocuous looking book sitting on the obnoxiously zebra-printed sofa. The fact that it's been punted a few times is clearly evident.] You can't get rid of them, so don't even bother. It always comes back, even if you burn it. It's kinda handy, though, even if it's a pain to have around. It's less a book and more a mini computer. You can talk to other people in the village with it, and there's even an informational guide in there somewhere.