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The camera opens on Issei's empty bedroom, facing the door. Nothing unusual to note here, nope.
Nothing unusual to note, that is, until Issei flings the door open and practically prances into the room. He skips, he does a little twirl at the end, he radiates joy in every possible way.
Then, very carefully, he takes something out of his pocket; a flower. Issei stares at it in a manner that can only be described as lovingly, before holding it close to his chest with a blissful expression. He sets the flower inside of a vase on a shelf, and keeps his blissful expression until the feed ends.
Nothing unusual to note, that is, until Issei flings the door open and practically prances into the room. He skips, he does a little twirl at the end, he radiates joy in every possible way.
Then, very carefully, he takes something out of his pocket; a flower. Issei stares at it in a manner that can only be described as lovingly, before holding it close to his chest with a blissful expression. He sets the flower inside of a vase on a shelf, and keeps his blissful expression until the feed ends.
