Jurou paced back and forth near the door to the laundry room, sandals clip-clopping against the floor. He’d fixed his eyeliner again, but he didn’t look any less morose.
Hmm… There had to be something he could do to help, though. What would an Ultimate Ikebana Artist be good at? Judgement of aesthetics, fine motor skills, attention to detail–
He scratched his neck thoughtfully.
Sounds like he might be a little in denial over the seriousness of the situation… But what he said was interesting. We all saw Gugalanna leave, right at the climax of the film. But I thought she’d been the only one to leave the room…