Kenshin was familiar with the basics of paper-folding, but that was about it and he was at least a decade out of practice. Still, it was a pleasant (and quiet) enough way to pass the afternoon, and after several failed attempts he had created a passable, if slightly lop-sided, crane. The poor creature had been folded and re-folded so many times that it was covered in odd creases and one wing didn't quite stand up properly, but at least it was vaguely recognizable as a bird. Maybe.
The next attempt was slightly more successful. There were fewer creases and misfolds and the rurouni felt absurdly pleased with himself. Folding paper was a relaxing, semi-mindless task, just like folding clothing.
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Kenshin was familiar with the basics of paper-folding, but that was about it and he was at least a decade out of practice. Still, it was a pleasant (and quiet) enough way to pass the afternoon, and after several failed attempts he had created a passable, if slightly lop-sided, crane. The poor creature had been folded and re-folded so many times that it was covered in odd creases and one wing didn't quite stand up properly, but at least it was vaguely recognizable as a bird. Maybe.
The next attempt was slightly more successful. There were fewer creases and misfolds and the rurouni felt absurdly pleased with himself. Folding paper was a relaxing, semi-mindless task, just like folding clothing.
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