[He was in the middle of balancing his pen horizontally between his fingertips when he recognizes that a familiar voice is addressing him, and he spins in his swivel chair.]
...Ah, Soul. How nice to see you. [Then he takes stock of what he actually said. A short laugh scrapes his throat, and Muraki pockets the pen.] Something like that.
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...Ah, Soul. How nice to see you. [Then he takes stock of what he actually said. A short laugh scrapes his throat, and Muraki pockets the pen.] Something like that.
And you? Are you not feeling well?