[The longer the silence stretched on, the more Sunny fidgeted until… an understanding sunk in. A connection in the silence, familiar, that had his limbs calming. His gaze was still flighty, though widened a bit at the question.]
Something… to add…?
[What possibly could someone like Sunny have of worth to provide the shrine? It was a calculated question in his mind, innocent and churning with an underlying guilt, as opposed to any sort of aggression.]
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Something… to add…?
[What possibly could someone like Sunny have of worth to provide the shrine? It was a calculated question in his mind, innocent and churning with an underlying guilt, as opposed to any sort of aggression.]