[He hadn't been long back at the tent by the time her voice drifts in from outside, having taken a more roundabout route to scout the rest of the camp. Something he should have rightfully done before going to see her the first time, but his eagerness had gotten the better of him.
His dusty cloak is draped over the back of the free chair, swords laid carefully across the seat. Genji himself is lingering near the corner of Angela's desk, turning a small feather around between his fingers. At the sound of his name, he looks up and smiles behind his mask, holding out the little trinket for her.]
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His dusty cloak is draped over the back of the free chair, swords laid carefully across the seat. Genji himself is lingering near the corner of Angela's desk, turning a small feather around between his fingers. At the sound of his name, he looks up and smiles behind his mask, holding out the little trinket for her.]
You kept these?