one thousand prayers;

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[ There's a brightly-lit corner of the dressing room where a certain Marluxia has made himself comfortable. If one were to approach, they'd find themselves in the center of one spectacular mess of color.





Origami cranes. No more than two hundred, mind, but his placement of the objects makes it appear as if there are much, much more. Some are strewn about the surface of the white table where he is currently seated. Others have been strung together and are now hanging from various points of the ceiling. Still more have been placed upon flat surfaces here and there. Oh, why is he spending what precious time and energy he has on this project? As if he'll ever tell. His business is his own, after all~ ]


[ ooc; s'up s'up, errbody? I have this thing where I like to post like a half an hour before I step out of the door AND I AM BEING EATEN ALIVE BY A RESEARCH PAPER AND A FEW ESSAYS ON THE SIDE so tagging will be slow. 3: a-also I guess I could say that he's met a Hiro idek;;; ]