Mitsuya decided that in the future, it would be best to avoid having Keiichi do the negotiation.
"I suppose it can't be helped," Mitsuya sighed, and the hand that had been resting by the bag by her side now reached into it, coming up with a tiny brass object on a chain and--after a little more reaching around--a little matchbook. The match was lit, then lit in turn the incense already carefully placed within the thurible that was now held out before her.
A pleasant, all-too-soothing scent emerged, and before the effects could overwhelm her, she did her best to summon enough of a breeze to blow it in the right direction. It would be deeply unfortunate if this backfired on her.
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"I suppose it can't be helped," Mitsuya sighed, and the hand that had been resting by the bag by her side now reached into it, coming up with a tiny brass object on a chain and--after a little more reaching around--a little matchbook. The match was lit, then lit in turn the incense already carefully placed within the thurible that was now held out before her.
A pleasant, all-too-soothing scent emerged, and before the effects could overwhelm her, she did her best to summon enough of a breeze to blow it in the right direction. It would be deeply unfortunate if this backfired on her.