[ kon is seated at the same table, after having put yoru into sleep mode, arms crossed and hood up as he stares at the stage.
he's got something smallish and round in his left hand, against the inside of his elbow, rubbing his thumb over the dark surface like he's smoothing it out. ]
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he's got something smallish and round in his left hand, against the inside of his elbow, rubbing his thumb over the dark surface like he's smoothing it out. ]