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Ch. 4: A Loss for Words (MOON)

 

Medi's fingers moved as if they were dancing as they held the needle, and one by one he sewed the fabric pieces together.

 

It’s like magic.

 

In the blink of an eye he’d finished sewing and mopped the sweat from his brow.

 

Medi: "Now, try this on!"

 

I have no choice…

 

OO: "…thank you"

 

I accepted it with thanks and left the room to change clothes.

 

OO: "H-how does it look…?"

 

Medi stared fixedly on the clothes I wore.

 

Medi: "I don’t know if it can simply be called beautiful…to think that my art combined with you would create a piece such as this!"

 

His voice rose in appraisal.

 

I was completely at a loss for words.

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