"Wh-what...?" Clothing just showed up? For no reason? Hanatarou tore his gaze away from the familiar black uniform in the closet and blinked at Sora in some confusion. All right, he'd noticed some of the other people here wearing something other than the grey clothing provided by this place, but thought it was for - well, important people. "It's...but why?"
The healer reached out to brush his fingertips against the black fabric, testing to see if it wasn't just his imagination. No, it really was there, and felt exactly like the same clothing he'd worn for years. But then he spotted the bag behind it and immediately forgot about the rest in order to grab that up.
It was too light, he realized as soon as he picked it up - none of his supplies or medications were inside. But still, it was his bag with the 4th Division logo on it and he found himself swallowing hard against a sudden lump in his throat.
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The healer reached out to brush his fingertips against the black fabric, testing to see if it wasn't just his imagination. No, it really was there, and felt exactly like the same clothing he'd worn for years. But then he spotted the bag behind it and immediately forgot about the rest in order to grab that up.
It was too light, he realized as soon as he picked it up - none of his supplies or medications were inside. But still, it was his bag with the 4th Division logo on it and he found himself swallowing hard against a sudden lump in his throat.