[Bodhi spends some time contemplating this rather odd gesture. He can't help being a little... flattered? Paper still feels fancy to him. There's a formality to it as a result, though, and that's just a bit weird. He thought they got along fine, and frankly there's nothing so weighty in the confession of some culpability that hasn't come up in general conversation.
That and being complimented, however mildly, always short circuits his brain for a bit.
In the end, he's too timid to say anything on weightier subjects, but he does force himself to concede a point in gratitude for, well, whatever recognition this is.]
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That and being complimented, however mildly, always short circuits his brain for a bit.
In the end, he's too timid to say anything on weightier subjects, but he does force himself to concede a point in gratitude for, well, whatever recognition this is.]
Maybe you can help me try to put together a game?