[Pride in his work... Chikusa muses on it as he clasps damp hands on the back of his neck, letting the trickle of cool water down his spine stop the heat in him. After turning off the water and drying his hands, he drifts back to the apartment only to pause.]
Next task...? I... didn't think you'd want to do this more than once.
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Next task...? I... didn't think you'd want to do this more than once.