"I never asked that, actually. There's a voice in the back of my head that says the sun above isn't the same. There is no sun god, as it was taken from this universe." He spoke matter-of-factly, as if reading from a book or list. Then, out of impulse, he begins to organize a few of the windchimes.

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— discuss your story. Not tidy up the place.”

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“…At home?! It’s colorful, but…” Majora was immediately organizing knick-knacks by size, color, and style. He had no idea what he was doing, but it was a strange urge. “Not even the right cultural styles. Goodness. Oh! Right…” He stopped immediately to regain his composure. “We were here to—

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"Very well. Lead the way." Oh, how he hated nosy bastards. Anywhere was better than this 'shit'ho', as older urchins called it.

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"Are those feathers?" Majora stopped dead in his tracks. "Who /are/ you? You're definitely not just a merchant."

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