[ Why would such a thing be left for him? The worm drips sodden between Rokuro's fingers once the hose is set aside and he approaches to investigate, the four second's dousing producing no further movement from the bushes aside from what he causes.
Maybe a cat had dropped this, fleeing when his back was turned by the faucets. Maybe it was a dog, or a small child. He's not good with any of them, but he's curious and nosy and unhooks and unfolds the delicate sheet of paper as carefully as he can so it does not tear and dissolve in his hands.
Worm gets wrung out and goes inside his pocket. His now. ]
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Maybe a cat had dropped this, fleeing when his back was turned by the faucets. Maybe it was a dog, or a small child. He's not good with any of them, but he's curious and nosy and unhooks and unfolds the delicate sheet of paper as carefully as he can so it does not tear and dissolve in his hands.
Worm gets wrung out and goes inside his pocket. His now. ]