you can, if you want. i have plenty~. [motioning towards the jar, sat between them on the counter.] every taste is.. specific. someone else's nightmare every time. not very frightening, but there's fun in seeing what makes others scream. flowers? you shouldn't have. they're lovely though.

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[she goes to search about for something to put them in, but as she turns a slender vase falls from the cabinet right into her hands.] amai, careful. im pretty sure this one still has a spirit in it.

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[cold. like whispers against skin. like waking up in a grave. like hundreds of hateful eyes. only for a second, before they're stepping out the other side, into a clearly ancient kitchen. a banette peaks from around a hallway corner before disappearing and a moment later ichika appears.]

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[In front of the pair, at a pinpoint four feet from the ground, a dense vortex of purple mist appears, swirling out until it's creating a oval tall enough to step through.

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As it comes into being, a cold wind rushes from the rift and brings with it the smell of ozone, old dirt freshly overturned, and.. pumpkin spice? Ohi steps through without caution or a glance behind.]

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