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[ A bonfire is set up next to the beach shore. And sitting in front of it is Saga, wearing Gemini and drinking from a small glass, a medium-sized bottle on one side.
Another year and another birthday. Had he remained as the Holy Father being himself and not the evil he would have endured the next two hundred plus years without grievance. But as a Saint... the passage of time is a bottomless pit.
Slightly shaking the white and transparent liquid inside the glass with his fingertips and staring at his other hand holding a turkish eye charm, a raise of a brow skeptically. ]
Really, Kanon.
[ He doesn't know if it is a gift from the heart or a pun intented. ]
Another year and another birthday. Had he remained as the Holy Father being himself and not the evil he would have endured the next two hundred plus years without grievance. But as a Saint... the passage of time is a bottomless pit.
Slightly shaking the white and transparent liquid inside the glass with his fingertips and staring at his other hand holding a turkish eye charm, a raise of a brow skeptically. ]
Really, Kanon.
[ He doesn't know if it is a gift from the heart or a pun intented. ]
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