And Seimei always thought he was the one with a cheeky sense of humor.
Seimei does not answer immediately: instead returns the cigar case to his coat and pulls out a notebook instead. It is marked with colored page flags that bear names like "The Lovers" and "Strength" and "The High Priestess." He opens it to the page marked "Tower."
Much of the page is taken up by notes, but at the bottom there is a colored-pencil sketch. It's rough, but it is quite unmistakably an atomic mushroom cloud.
"This came to mind almost as soon as I began my work." Seimei's voice is very quiet, almost furtive. "It fits perfectly. But I...I don't think I should use this."
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Date: 2015-11-10 08:43 pm (UTC)Seimei does not answer immediately: instead returns the cigar case to his coat and pulls out a notebook instead. It is marked with colored page flags that bear names like "The Lovers" and "Strength" and "The High Priestess." He opens it to the page marked "Tower."
Much of the page is taken up by notes, but at the bottom there is a colored-pencil sketch. It's rough, but it is quite unmistakably an atomic mushroom cloud.
"This came to mind almost as soon as I began my work." Seimei's voice is very quiet, almost furtive. "It fits perfectly. But I...I don't think I should use this."